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just a young gun, with a quick fuse. I was uptight, wanna let lose. I was dreaming, of bigger things and wanna leave my old life behind. Not a "yes sir". Not a follower. Fit the box with the mold. have a seat and before ya, take a number, i was LIGHTNING before the THUNDER. thunder , feel the thunder. Lightning and the Thunder.

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