| If you really want to step to my crew
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| Then I suggest that you try new
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| Approaches or you will slide to
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| My point of view
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| High noon (?) get hit by typhoon
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| Most clowns who act just like buffoon
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| Are tripping like magic mushroom
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| On broken tune
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| Every whore’s the same (?)
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| What to say
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| I will ride the trail
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| My own way
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| Save us all the pain
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| Hey just see (?)
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| And save yourself the shame
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| Too shady
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| No one else to blame
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| So maybe
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| To go against the grain
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| Will save me
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| Forget about my name
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| Too hazy
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| Re-ignite the flame
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| Go crazy
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| Every town’s a maze
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| Find a key
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| Every maze a day
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| Anarchy
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| Can it be what saves
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| You and me
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| From becoming slaves
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| Too early
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| Still the feeling stays
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| Memory
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| Robbin' on highways
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| Aged fifteen
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| What will be the way
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| That I see
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| To change your wild ways
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| Centuries
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| Blurring into one
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| Starin' at the sun
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| Are we just a (stun?)
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| To end what we’ve begun
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| Sound of sherrif’s gun
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| The Wild West is run
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| The prizes weigh a ton
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| But was it any fun?
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| If you really want to step to my crew
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| Then I suggest that you try new
|
| Approaches or you will slide to
|
| My point of view
|
| High noon (?) get hit by typhoon
|
| Most clowns who act just like buffoon
|
| Are tripping like magic mushroom
|
| On broken tune
|
| If you really want to step to my crew
|
| Then I suggest that you try new
|
| Approaches or you will slide to
|
| My point of view
|
| High noon (?) get hit by typhoon
|
| Most clowns who act just like buffoon
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| Are tripping like magic mushroom
|
| On broken tune
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| Sherrif shot to shit
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| Who did it?
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| But everyone’s the kid
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| The crime fits
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| I will say I did
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| Cop the hit
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| And who will raise the beer (?)
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| Drop the chips
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| Pass the gun survive (?)
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| Tell the tale
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| Last to go the mile
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| Beyond pale
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| The undertaker’s smile
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| Drive the nail
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| Into the (?)
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| We’re not stale
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| In will come the law
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| They will say everybody on the floor
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| Who will pay for the fallen officer
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| Ash 'n' grey
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| Rub our faces in the dirt is the way
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| But they are just a tool
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| Of the powers rule
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| The government aren’t a fool (?)
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| And creep away (?)
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| They sit you down a stool
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| So you can tell them bull
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| Until there is a fool
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| When what they think is cool (?)
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| If you really want to step to my crew
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| Then I suggest that you try new
|
| Approaches or you will slide to
|
| My point of view
|
| High noon (?) get hit by typhoon
|
| Most clowns who act just like buffoon
|
| Are tripping like magic mushroom
|
| On broken tune
|
| If you really want to step to my crew
|
| Then I suggest that you try new
|
| Approaches or you will slide to
|
| My point of view
|
| High noon (?) get hit by typhoon
|
| Most clowns who act just like buffoon
|
| Are tripping like magic mushroom
|
| FINISHED, but not all words known/necessarily correct |