You hear the people talking you walkthe wrong street
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Painting all things black and step on your feet
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Flabby stomach, styled hair, trousers full of air
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Their morality is real ours isn't there
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They don't know, no they can't see
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Our hearts close to the sun
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Different in our hearts filled with
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That faith we carry on
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They just call us savage
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That's what I like to be
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Let them call us savage
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Cause that's what we like to be
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See the people wonder we run in our direction
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Let the narrow-minded sleep we better do some action
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Across the universe you smell the smell of lies
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I'm trying to be the winner not the sacrifice
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They don't know, no they can't see
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Our hearts close to the sun
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Different in our hearts filled with
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That faith we carry on
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They just call us savage
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That's what I like to be
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Let them call us savage
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Cause that's what we like to be
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See them run they know no fun
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And look what they have done
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In this world full of rules
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We look just like fools
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I know what they think when I see them lookin' at me (Savage)
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We come close every day to the time table life
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So mart they start their backwards fight
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I know what they think when I see them lookin' at me (Savage)
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One day they will drop the bomb
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Cause it's necessary to show the power
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One day they will give a shit on what you say
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They just call us savage
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That's what I like to be
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Let them call us savage
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Cause that's what we like to be
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Savage
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Michael Kiske |