| Drunk again, my baby
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| Well, the water ain’t my brand
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| That goddamn demon booze, forever hunting
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| Sitting on my shoulder, talking to my inner self
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| Well, let’s forever feed that rebel monster
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| Well, here we go again, no rules are set
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| And let us stay on the running train, forever pumping
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| No ink on papers to show the motherfuckers who I am
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| Let’s forever be that rebel monster
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| Forever let the train be running
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| Without breaks
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| To a place like nothing else
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| A feeling out of tears
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| They came from everywhere
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| To see the running train
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| Wishing they were part of it
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| Duka, duka, duka, bunga, bunga
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| Just hold on
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| Because the train went up in the air
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| And crashed to the ground
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| Boiled in blood, my baby
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| With a broken leg and arm
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| Let’s forever bleed that rebel monster
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| They came across the land
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| To get the lying train back on track
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| And worked for days
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| The sun were burning them
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| Someone stayed and someone left
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| But now it runs again to a place
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| Like nothing else |