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Hungarian Rhapsody #2, Liszt

de Beethoven's Wig

Can you smell the smoke from the lost highways
Bandidos on the run in their glory days

Beating all the odds on their reckless ride
Shooting shotguns playing with their lives

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
Though I never did coke
Never did gras
But that didn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty in
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
Though I never did coke
And never did gras
I did what I could to make Saint Peter pass

Licking wounds tastes bitter when they're not your own
The blood on your hands spells hit and run

Looked for salvation in every joint
Till I realized now what's the point

Bypass, living on the edge
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
Though I never did coke
Never did gras
But that didn't stop me
From being a jackass
Blind trash
Killing all the beauty in
Being as high as Kilimanjaro
Though I never did coke
And never did gras
I did what I could to make Saint Peter pass
Just gotta let go and touch the sky
Gotta keep climbing till you die

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