| Born on the wrong side of time
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| Even your best friend
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| Is ready, to watch you die
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| You don’t want to live on the street
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| So you’ve got to sweat till your’e dead
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| To make ends meet
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| Born on the wrong side of time
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| Your days are so cold
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| That you curse, just something to cry
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| That you should be living in fear
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| When you cry out
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| Your friends just don’t want to hear
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| And you dream, of the day
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| When the great mastertime
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| Will call us … to his side
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| And you watch, your brothers
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| Shake with fear, as they watch
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| His serpintine … eye
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| And you can smell, their fear
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| As they stand, and curse
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| The fact that they’re … alive
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| Born on the wrong side of time
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| Pretend to yourself
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| That some day, you’ll do just fine
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| You know that you live through a lie
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| You’ll only find out what went wrong
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| When the sun makes us cry |