| Newborn outlaw
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| You’d better run, run, run
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| Don’t hang yourself on your mother’s tongue
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| Let your feet get numb
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| Pope or pagan
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| Son of a gun, gun, gun
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| Opinions are like assholes, everyone has one
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| Like father, like son
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| Hey, sinners and saints answer the nature’s call
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| It’s better to try than never try at all
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| United we stand, divided we fall
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| I know we´re all born naked, baby
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Doesn’t matter who you are
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| Take off your uniform
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| Just take off your uniform
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| I’ve got a blind date with fate
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| Such fun, fun, fun
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| I don’t regret anything I’ve done
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| The party’s just begun
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| Hey, brothers and sisters, let’s do it again
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| It’s better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
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| Givers and beggars, they do what I tell
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| I know we’re all born naked, baby
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Doesn’t matter who you are
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| Take off your uniform
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| Just take off your uniform
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| Hey, brothers and sisters
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| It’s better to reign in hell
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| Than serve in heaven, yeah
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| I know we’re all born naked, baby
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| Show me where you’re from
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| Doesn’t matter who you are
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| Take off your uniform
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| I know we’re all born naked
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| Show me your true form
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| It doesn’t matter who you are
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| Take off your uniform
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| Take off your uniform
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| Take off your uniform
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| Take off your uniform, yeah
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Take off your uniform
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Take off your uniform
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| Whoa, whoa, whoa
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| Take off your uniform, yeah |