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Complain? You’re insane

Your stings rank above the impossible

My instinct’s to flip you off

And reign supreme like a son of a gun, a son of a gun

Yesterday ain’t a mile away so you can sit behind your mask

And point the finger of blame, I can see through your brain

So welcome to the night you’ll be proved wrong

I want it, I feel it, I’m giving it all

I want it, I need it, get back to the core

I want it, I feel it, I’m giving it all

I want it, I need it, going back to the core

I took a trip today, looking at the world in a different way

I travelled time today at 88 miles an hour

He’s a hero, Double zero

Double 8's just the make of the man

Miles per hour, Your taste is sour

The only way is gettin back on the horse and running to the top of the hill

He’s a hero, double zero

Double 8's just the make of the man

Miles per hour, your taste is sour

The only way is getting back on the horse

And running to the top of the hill

I want it, I feel it, I’m giving it all

I want it, I need it, get back to the core

I want it, I feel it, I’m giving it all

I want it, I need it, going back to the core

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