| By the desperate 'n' confused
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| Emotion of the youth
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| I was brought to Crisis land
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| Where after getting checked for fleas
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| And barricades of embassies
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| I was sculpted to be overworked and silent
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| But since the early age
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| I broke out of the cage
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| And learned how to make marching drums from fish can
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| And I knew I’ll run away
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| And so without further delay
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| I said «Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it!»
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| And it seems like I ran and ran
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| Through the garbage and quicksand
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| And after getting checked for fleas
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| And barricades of embassies
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| I would never, never wanna be young again
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| But sudden wind it stole my hat
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| And I went on chasing it
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| Before I was just another burned out carnie
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| Every freak on every day
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| Lives a life one certain way
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| And that way is ain’t no nothin' but a birthright~
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| But since the early age
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| I broke out of the cage
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| And learned how to make marching drums from fish can
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| And I knew I’ll run away
|
| And so without further delay
|
| I said «Two tears in a bucket, motherfuck it!»
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| And it seems like I ran and ran
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| Through the garbage and quicksand
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| And after getting checked for fleas
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| And barricades of embassies
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| I would never, never, never wanna be young again
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| And it seems like I ran and ran
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| Through the garbage and quicksand
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| And after getting checked for fleas
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| And barricades of embassies
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| I would never, never, never wanna be young again
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| What? |