You should see how ignorant
You are being
You wouldn't know
The first thing about me
Right on command
Sound of fire
You assume I'm stupid
And I've wandered off alone
I'm no threat to myself
Or you in your wheel chair
Right on command
Sound of fire
For every inch
There's a mile
Limits and lines
Are a matter of pride
Where we are now
Where we want to be
The difference is unsettling
Going on the instincts
Going on the instincts
The instincts

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