| The Roman king, the Romulus
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| The precipice, born to change
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| The final days, the last appraise
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| Augustus, Nero, takin' names
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| I'm high then I'm low, low
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| Stop, then I go, go
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| Bipolar, oh, oh
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| Yes, then I'm no, no
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| My time will come, I promise that
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| Pull the trigger back, back
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| But in the end, my time will come
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| Like a bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| Blood, sweat and tears to be the one
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a gun
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| To make a name, you pay the price
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| You give your life, no other way
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| The devil's deal, it comes around
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| To wear the crown, rise up from the ground
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| I'm high then I'm low, low
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| Stop, then I go, go
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| Bipolar, oh, oh
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| Yes, then I'm no, no
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| My time will come, I promise that
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| Pull the trigger back, back
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| But in the end, my time will come
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| Like a bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| Blood, sweat and tears to be the one
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a gun
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| How many voices go unheard?
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| How many lessons never learned?
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| How many artists fear the light,
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| Fear the pain, go insane?
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| Lose the mind, lose yourself
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| (You only care about fame and wealth)
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| Sellout, sellout, SELLOUT
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| But in the end, my time will come
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| Like a bullet in a gun (Hey)
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| Blood, sweat and tears to be the one
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey), gun (Hey)
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| Bullet in a- |