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I FIRE THESE ARROWS ON POINT LIKE MY NAME WAS ROBIN HOOD
YOU GOT BEEF? I’M HUNGRY IT WON’T DO YOU A LOT OF GOOD
SO MUCH BREEZE THESE DAYS IT FEELS LIKE THERE’S A DOOR OPEN
I WON’T TOUCH YOU BUT IT FEELS LIKE YOUR JAW’S BROKEN
PURE HOPING THE FOCUS WILL FLOP MAN THEY MUST BE SMOKING SOME ROCK
YOU’D HAVE TO KILL US FOR EXPLOSIONS TO STOP, DAWN OF A NEW DAY, BUT NEVER POP
I HOPE THAT FOREVER ROCKS I’LL BE OVER WHERE THE CLEVER SAT AND WATCHED
