Hunting days are now a shame
To see somebody ambition to me
Roots your hair
Keep me on my mean star
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 my chance
I hide away
Got the attitude
Host it on my back door
Got the attitude
Host it on my back door

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