| They say that I was born on fire
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| And saw the whole thing upside down
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| Grew through the cracks and cut my wires
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| And turned the stones all inside out
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| A youth of smoke and coffee
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| A game of tag that never ends
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| And never learned my lesson
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| And never sorry for my sins
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| I’ll never wash the mud away
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| If you gave the chance to me
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| Leave it be
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| If ever I was caught
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| And shaken by the feet
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| And asked what for
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| I’d cross something
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| And say I just got carried away again
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| Away again, away again
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| I just got carried away again
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| Away again, away again
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| So after 18 years, released me
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| And picked myself up off the ground
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| No master around could teach me
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| So how I wore that atlas out
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| Now, been underground and upward
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| Seen the classes clash and fight
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| But no one knows what we turned into
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| When the moon is out and high
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| And as we washed the blood away
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| We couldn’t help but say
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| Hey, what a day
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| The more that it’s forbidden, the more I wanna fight
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| To see you on the other side
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| I know I’ll never lose these scars
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| But if you gave me the chance, no thanks
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| I’ll keep this fire burning high
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| It circles me until I fry
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| Let’s just get carried away again
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| Away again, away again
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| Let’s just get carried away again
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| Away again, away again
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| Let’s just get carried away again
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| Away again, away again
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| Let’s just get carried away again
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| Away again, away again… |