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Hunting days are now a shame
To see somebody ambition to live
Roots your hair
Keep me on my mean stone
There's a chance
Wait for a friend
They say
Are your feet far
Great to the bombs
No one and on my own
Dream away
Keep me on my mean stone
There's no chance
I hide away (x4)
Got the amplitude
Host it down my back door
Got the habitude
Back out it's on my back door