Chorus:
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I don't want to die young,
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I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
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And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
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Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky.
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I don't want to die young,
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I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
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And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
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Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky.
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Often out of step with the law, Comrade Colonel,
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Phone numbers, call friends and acquaintances,
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Trying to find the amount is to pay for freedom.
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All together, bypass, because we know the law for whom here.
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Underground income will not leave the cop without work.
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And so the years pass, and who is good for what,
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Big stars on shoulder straps.
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And we believe in all our people and wait at home, -
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Hug your sister and mother, father, and everyone who remembers.
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Together we will be covered by a fat joint of pon * ki,
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In the native area, brother, very soon.
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Chorus:
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I don't want to die young,
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I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
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And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
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Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky.
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I don't want to die young,
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I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
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And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
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Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky.
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Out of step with the law again, bro, what is it?
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Phoned and after lights out, the SIZO goes on the wire.
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To whisper modestly near throw a hundred to the number,
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I monitor everything that happens in freedom.
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Normal with health, you know what we stand for.
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I would need a dentist, the option here is not simple.
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No sleep at night, just bad luck.
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You write a letter, at least a couple of lines.
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Everyone has their stories. |
Hold on as best you can!
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They do not promise when only nobles rule
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Imprisoned to take freedom from the wrong ones...
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Everything will be fine, brother, see you in court.
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Chorus:
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I don't want to die young,
|
I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
|
And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
|
Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky.
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I don't want to die young,
|
I want to raise and spend on smoke; |
to yourself and your relatives, to your family.
|
And we all want to - you can't forbid living like that.
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Time is like dust, but brother, ours must be lucky. |