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Song by The Cult

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I don't want to be myself,
Yeah baby,
I just want to run,

You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe
Oh yeah,
You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun.

Ow!

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

I shot the sun,
His tear a gun,
I shot the sun,
His tear a gun baby!

I don't want to be myself,
Yeah baby,
I just want to run,

You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe
Oh yeah,
You gotta' breathe you bastard, breathe
Straight into the sun.

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

I shot the sun,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
His tear a gun,
I shot the sun baby,
His tear a gun.

A fact of life for all to see,
That every part's
a part of me.
A fact of life for all to see,
That every part's
a part of me.

Yeah, yeah, yeeeeeeaaaaaaaahhhhh!

Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

And I shot the sun,
And I shot the sun,
And I shot the sun, baby!
And I shot the sun.
Oh Yeah!

Breathe you bastard, breathe
Fifty-five thousand flowers for the hero,
Scattered at his feet to satisfy his ego.

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