| Come along for the ride
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| Don’t waste anymore time of your life
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| Foolin' round with your endless shit
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| Going crazy, going blind
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| Is this the way you wanna live
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| Looking back at worthless times
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| With the future so vast
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| Thinking wrong, feeling fine
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| What was it your father once told you;
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| «Get your life in order son!
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| Or else things you do might come back to you times ten!»
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| The fire will not take you higher
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| Be brave, be strong
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| Where you stop is where I begin
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| Death will surely come
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| What you do in between is your thing
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| So get a fucking grip
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| If respect is what you want
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| The fire will not take you higher
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| I never needed no helping hand
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| So why should you, are you too weak?
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| Sit back and review your life
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| Was it really worth the effort?
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| And then the paranoia takes you
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| And it leads you to your grave
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| You can’t escape the death grip
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| Even though you try
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| Be brave, be strong
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| Where you stop is where I begin
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| Death will surely come
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| What you do in between is your thing
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| So get a fucking grip
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| If respect is what you want
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| And then the paranoia takes you
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| And it leads you to your grave
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| You can’t escape the death grip
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| Even though you try
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| I forgot to mention
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| I really don’t care if you make it
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| I can’t help you no more
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| So you’ll have to go your own ways
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| To reach your fire
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| You’ll have to choose the right path |