| Raised my eyes to light beyond the surface
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| Stretched my fingers upon the virgin sand
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| Dragged my belly across the open danger
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| Stimulation few could understand
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| Blood stain on my moral fibre
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| Bleached out but it’s never been right
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| Reclaimed by a hob-nailed hipster
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| Reaching for his better side
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| Who knew I was a fine grind gangster
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| Heart beating by my only vice
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| When the money ain’t winning the war
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| You redraw the battle lines
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| Further over I spied the weaker brother
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| Suicidal by his own design
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| Raised his head up and cried what they had called him
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| With my blue eyes and a name the same as mine
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| Hurricane in the natural order
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| You best dive if you missed the ark
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| When the high tide pulling you down
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| You swim like a tiger shark
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| Who knew I was a fine grind gangster
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| Heart beating by my only vice
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| When the money ain’t winning the war
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| You redraw the battle lines
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| Alright, alright, alright
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| Blood stain in my moral fibre
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| Bleached out but it’s never been right
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| Reclaimed by a hob-nailed hipster
|
| Reaching for his better side
|
| Who knew I was a fine grind gangster
|
| Heart beating by my only vice
|
| When the money ain’t winning the war
|
| You redraw the battle lines
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| Alright
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| Redraw the battle lines
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| Redraw the battle lines
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| Redraw, redraw, redraw |