'em what I'm made of I was born to be somebody I was born to be And this world will belong to me Feel it Believe it Dream it Be it I was born to be
high, never gonna die Born to be wild, born to be wild Born to be wild, born to be wild Born to be wild, wild, born to be wild Explode into space, yeah
Like a true nature child We were born Born to be wild We can climbed so high I never wanna die Born to be wild Born to be wild Get your motor runnin'
in your hair Like a true mommy's child You were born, born to be mild When your batteries die You're always gonna cry Born to be mild Pencils in your
me But you were with another man, yeah I know we, ain't got much to say Before I let you get away, yeah Uh, be my girl, be my girl Are you gonna be my
was born to be with you Do I find peace of mind yes I do 'Cause I was born to be with you All life through, yes, I was born to be with you (Born to
like a drum Flesh to flesh, one to one I'll never let go Somethin' I know deep inside You were born to be my baby I was made to be your man We've got
ever had I'm here to tell you boys I was born to be bad Born, Born to be bad I was Born Born to be bad I was Born Born to be bad, yeah Bad!
may not know the answers I can finally say I am free And if the questions led me here Then I am who I was born to be I am who I was born to be
born, born, born to be alive (born too be alive) You see we're born, born, born Born to be alive You see we're born, born, born to be alive (born too
and death and rock and roll don't wanna be like anyone we stand out in the crowd drinkin, smokin, hanging out we like our music loud *Chorus* we were made to be
She was born to be my Unicorn Robed head of ferns Cat child tutored by the learned. Darkly ghostish host Haggard vizier of the moats Seeks the sandled
true nature's child We were born, born to be wild We can climb so high I never wanna die Born to be wild Born to be wild, yeah Get your motor running
,cyco It's the only life i know born to be cyco I'm cyco and my mind starts to bend I'm out of control it seems to be the trend cyco,cyco cyco,cyco
when the waves get high and the broadsides fly I will be your port in stormy weather I'll rock your bow and show you how we were born to be together
the evil dead I don't want to be born Don't want to be born Don't want to be born Don't want to be born Don't want to be born Do you really want to
my baby was born Sittin on her mama's knee But you, poor girl are dead and gone And grass is growing over thee. Oh I'm not no saint, no I never shall be
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