Even if I have the last cartridge
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I won't let it out, believe me, it's in my head
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But that won't happen now or later.
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My ammo is bottomless, heaven will wait
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One against the whole world
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Both then and now
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All your prices are stuffed
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Only through words
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This is the character of the old school:
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Words without actions are nothing
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If it wasn't for this, I wouldn't be the one
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Who go risked for a dream
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For me, there are no stalemate situations.
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No matter how life forces you to raise the white flag
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I even in fierce times, falling, rose
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But never allowed myself to do like everyone else
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The path of the strong is always harder
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Weaklings look for where it's easier
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There is nothing in the world for free
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Only fear. |
And you are his bearer
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It won't work to convince me
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I will stand my ground until the end
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And my obsessed mood is clearly visible
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Not half, my glass is to the brim
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People devalue everything they can't understand
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Predictably there are no reflexes of the crowd
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For fools who think they are smart, the symbol is a buffoon
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Remind me if I forgot
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One against the whole world
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The trigger is constantly cocked
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New day - goal updated
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But I catch up with her
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No time for doubt
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You can see for yourself
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Not sure - you will be replaced
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Life is no place for rehearsals
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In a permanent state of war
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If for a second you catch the slack, then they will devour
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Any framework is not given to people like me
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Let others compete here in mediocrity
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No compromises or excuses
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That's the only way big things happen
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Fate will not give a clean sheet
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If there are no belongings offshore
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In order not to become a target - shoot
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Who is quicker than that and the prize
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Started completely from scratch
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And look where you've gone
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People do not care who to march to the abyss
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Predictably there are no reflexes of the crowd
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Let them go on, our duty is to let them all through
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Remind me if I forgot |