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Wrider
Come on fever
Out of night
Give me a power
Turn on speaker, raise the tone
Can be the writer song,
The rider song it's low
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Oh yeah
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To late
To late
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Search and destroy
All the time
Dreams falls down
Where's going the might?
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Can be the writer song,
The writer song can glow​
Where's my laugh
Starting by the end
Now, i watch my bed
Follow me and wait
All days, i'm late
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I walk away
I hope a day
I walk away
I hope some day
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I've lost my laugh
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It's time to play
Why are you away
It's like your fears
Who's make cry here
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I've lost my laugh
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It's a bad mutation
That bother you
Feels like depression
Keep bother you
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It's my oppression
Our good devotion
It's your obligation
It's your fucking dance
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