[Chorus: Whether eyes or blind fold (HANDS TIED) Who's man enough to brawl and (LET'S RIDE) how it's done, you can run (RUN) run (CAN'T HIDE) We keep our pyros tight, that right? (THAT'S RIGHT)
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