We had our first gang together
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Even a pipe of peace, you were my amigo
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We were a sausage
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What rules this amusement park
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What will be ours one day
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And now that it really belongs to us
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Suddenly we are no longer blood brothers
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I rather want to paint it with each other
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So for three
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Come on, just try
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You know that
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Good betrayal of gold, man
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You wanted to play, so don't go whine for Mom now
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That you don't like it, don't care
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Count it and we play
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Enyky benyky
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Mark the pins
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Territory and then harvest foreign crops
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Smooth and turns
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Turn each other
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About everything that still makes us people,
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People, people, people, people, people
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Well, then go
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That carousel was just ours yesterday
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Today, everyone has half
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And we're setting up a guard for her
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And in the middle we lead the wall
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What about the fact that he's not spinning right now
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Common paths on a roller coaster
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It's over at once
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We are rushing down the slope ourselves now
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And on the ground
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Before I fall with a broken ligament
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We 're calling our brother
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My chain saw spun around your axis
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We only lived for the dizziness of driving you
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Just like I threw
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For a larger share
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That's the way it goes
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Enyky benyky
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Mark the pins
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Territory and then harvest foreign crops
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Smooth and turns
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Turn each other
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About everything that still makes us people,
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People, people, people, people, people
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Well, then go
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Ná, ná, ná
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The spirit is ruled by matter today
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Ná, ná, ná
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Yeah, bro, you're not getting out of this
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I was your Doyle and you were my Buddy
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You covered my back, you stand with your back to me today
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You give me enough
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Nice opportunity
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How parasite
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Stop
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A knife to those backs
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And with the increasing years
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In order to fight for the highest goal
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Kalumety
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We exchange machine guns
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And I'm firing into my own ranks
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We are the same bastards and yet rivals
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We sniff foreign feathers on the same bastards
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In a puffy condition
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In the morning
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When we budget again
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Enyky benyky
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Mark the pins
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Territory and then harvest foreign crops
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Smooth and turns
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Turn each other
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About everything that still makes us people,
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People, people, people, people, people
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Well, then go
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Ná, ná, ná
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The spirit is ruled by matter today
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Ná, ná, ná
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Yeah, bro, you're not getting out of this
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Enyky benyky
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And you get off the bike |