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You've made a mess, then ran and hid into a hole? You just don't care about anyone Forged, some moves to be accepted Then stains our flag #INSTRUMENTAL, gave you our bed, worked as slaves It doesn't matter what some people said You better believe, what you did to us will make us eat your soul You're a freak, a pile of shit, you don't know whom you're messing with So that's why I'm going to hunt you down (go) You better run, motherfucker We'll never give up, so we're back Somehow we're back to fuck you up Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Don't lie to us, we all know what you've done We won't forget or ignore the truth So cry like a bitch, you make us laugh You deserve this hatred What do you mean, you don't own us, that's all in our head? It doesn't matter, the facts says you do What we see is more than enough to dethrone you We're telling you it's all over, you're done Get the fuck out So that's why I'm going to hunt you down (go) You better run, motherfucker We'll never give up, so we're back Somehow we're back to fuck you up Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! We'll never give up, so we're back Somehow we're back to fuck you up Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up! Back to fuck you up!
Writer(s): Aquiles Priester, Fernando Badra Quesada, Valdirvaner Carelli Junior, Leonardo Mancini Guilherme, Victor Thiago Bianchi Colunna Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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