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Şarkı Sözleri I leap toward the south yeah And attempt to burn my bridges Way down to the equator And back up north with the wind I'm travelin' And the last I heard twelve sad stories From disciples of the sun And we rang the bell And fired the gun To worship the perfect and sometimes cruel Impartiality of the sun