| There´s a crowd, talking loud
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| But they ain´t saying nothing
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| Slow and stale, weak and pale
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| While we´re running and laughing
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| Cause there´s something else
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| Something bright and pure
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| Something that you´ve never felt before
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| Something you can´t touch, something you can´t see
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| You just don´t believe
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| AA-AAAA
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| Don´t you die yet, first class riot
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| You can’t buy it, first class riot
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| You don´t know where to go
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| Still you point out directions
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| Black and White, so uptight
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| While we run for perfection
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| Cause there´s something else
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| Something bright and pure
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| Something that you´ve never felt before
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| Something you can´t touch, something you can´t see
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| You just don´t believe
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| AA-AAAA
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| Don’t you die yet, first class riot
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| You can’t buy it, first class riot
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| Don´t you die yet, first class riot
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| You can’t buy it, first class riot |