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| | |  A man with no friends, only live for revenge
Live his life off the henge, cut, through a thousand pens
Blade swing with the force of a cyclone
Cut grissle and bone, missile and chrome
Stand in my path, you're a dead man
I cut the whole world in half for the Number One headband
Rest of a lonely soul, on a lonely road |
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