They tell him that he should be dead Radionic thugs are getting in his head He sorts it out by sound and vibe Knowing that it's all true and it's a lie In your head ... Tries to wrap his car around a tree But his vehicle never lets him down His lot is hard but he don't mind Destination written clearly underline In your head ... Invisibly he duels without a gun Impervious to everything but western sun He breathes in eastern air Bullets flying past him but he don't care After the light enters the eye It's all the truth and it's a lie With evil creatures lurking underground Why are luck and love among the things you've found In your head.
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