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Low life, livin ruined
The mainstream of the lower class
Down to dance, street poet
The sudden type of the greener grass
You want a plain style love and I am down for more
You are my pirate treasure number 44
I'm going out of my head, my head
Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
A living source of inspiration
No forced down neon signs
My part of town, my devotion
South bound where the people shine
You want a plain speed love and we are down for more
You are our pirate treasure number 44
I'm going out of my head, my head
Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
I'm going out of my head, my head
Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
I'm going out of my head
(I'm going out of my head)
Out of my head
Come on and go right ahead, 44 undead
(Yeah)
(Oh)
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