| No way, no way…
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| The bulls inside my head!
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| I say, I say…
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| The flag I wave is red
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| Don’t know myself, don’t know myself
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| Better I’ve hide in somebody else
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| I won’t stop the hurricane, won’t stop the flooding
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| In the evening my shadow just flies away
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| But if I woke up, if I woke up…
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| The other side of dawn, the other side of me
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| I’ve been the avalanche, I’ve been what’s wrong
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| And I’ve been everything I wasn’t made of
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| So tell me who’s real
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| No way, no way…
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| The bulls inside my head!
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| I say, I say…
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| The flag I wave is red
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| I’ve been dreaming, I’ve been dreaming
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| A Bedoiun told me — 'bomb is a rhtyhm'
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| Played like a hurricane, played like it comes
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| And in the morning I wake up and wonder
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| 'My dream is real?'
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| Tell me local, tell me local
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| Is it on both sides or is it just out here
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| Tell me local, tell me how to dance
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| No way, no way…
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| The bulls inside my head!
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| I say, I say…
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| The flag I wave is red
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| No way, no way…
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| The bulls inside my head!
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| I say, I say…
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| The flag I wave is red
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| No way, no way…
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| Bulls inside my head!
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| I say, I say…
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| The flag I wave is red |