| You’ll nvever touch it if you beg
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| some broken bones will be really all that’s left if you grab
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| and so your hero turns his back
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| on all your comrades, on the pack and fucked up rats
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| Instead of leaving you keep up
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| no time to run, no time to hide from flashing lights
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| now you’ve achieved a cosy dream
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| i blew my blues harp in a way that touches me
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| My inner voice begins to speak
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| look
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| twice
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| i’m not that hardcore
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| On and on
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| you might believe this man is real now
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| make sure he never really bites down
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| now hear the unexpected truth
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| On and on
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| through all the smoke it’s just a rock show
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| go on with screaming from the first row
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| and hear the unexpected truth
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| Not all i reaped is what i sowed
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| not all i saw is what i wanted to possess
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| a scar’s a wound and it once bleed
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| and just like you i felt the pain, the hurt and the threat
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| And now i’m down upon my knees
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| look
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| twice
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| i’m not an icon
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| An addict was born for what an addict was born to do |