| Police wanna talk t' me
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| About some missin' TNT
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| An I owe like a hundred pounds
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| To a Thousand cats around
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| And I’m known by a biker gang
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| As the next, neck they gonna' hang
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| So, we gotta stick to the B-roads
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| Ohhhh but’a,
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| They can cheat, they can burn your clothes
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| It only takes one minute, to blacken up your soul
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young
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| City bank put a gun on me
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| I never paid for my C2C
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| And they sent like a hundred guys
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| So right then I shut my eyes
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| And I’m known to a biker gang,
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| As the next neck they gonna' hang,
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| So, we gotta stick to the B-roads
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| Ohhhh but’a,
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| They can cheat, they can burn your clothes
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| It only takes one minute, to blacken up your soul
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young,
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young
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| And I’m known to a biker gang,
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| As the next neck they gonna' hang,
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| So, we gotta stick to the B-roads
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| Ohhhh but’a,
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| They can cheat, they can burn your clothes
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| It only takes one minute, to blacken up your soul
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| She sat me down, said boy don’t cry
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| 'Cause one day, everybody gotta die
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young,
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| My momma' told me, you gotta live on the run
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| or you’ll die young
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| My momma she told me, get running boy, c’mon
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| My momma told me, run
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| My momma told me, run
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| My momma told me, run |