Onw two three four born on the 17th
A legend in his own right
Running through the streets
With the wind in his hair
A crossfit king with strength to spare
He's got a job so bizarre
He can't quite explain
Life at full throttle
In the fast valet
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
His legend proclaimed
Metal guitars a scowl with glare
A soundtrack to his days
Don't start to err It's just a dawn to the midnight race
He's a whirlwind of energy
Staying the pace
Steady the pace
Escape to the rhythm
Feel the heat
The man of the hour
Can't be beat
A mystery job
Workouts intense
Living life with no pretense
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
I only thought I would burn
His fame was refined
A man in his work
His spirit shines
A man of the moment
Crossing all lines
So raise your horns and your glasses too
To the man born on the 17th
True and through
Running lifting
With a tale to tell
In the world of the ordinary
He's a living swell
Algorythmic Rebels - Running from the 17th Lyrics
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Onw two three four born on the 17th
A legend in his own right
Running through the streets
With the wind in his hair
A crossfit king with strength to spare
He's got a job so bizarre
He can't quite explain
Life at full throttle
In the fast valet
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
His legend proclaimed
Metal guitars a scowl with glare
A soundtrack to his days
Don't start to err It's just a dawn to the midnight race
He's a whirlwind of energy
Staying the pace
Steady the pace
Escape to the rhythm
Feel the heat
The man of the hour
Can't be beat
A mystery job
Workouts intense
Living life with no pretense
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
I only thought I would burn
His fame was refined
A man in his work
His spirit shines
A man of the moment
Crossing all lines
So raise your horns and your glasses too
To the man born on the 17th
True and through
Running lifting
With a tale to tell
In the world of the ordinary
He's a living swell
A legend in his own right
Running through the streets
With the wind in his hair
A crossfit king with strength to spare
He's got a job so bizarre
He can't quite explain
Life at full throttle
In the fast valet
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
His legend proclaimed
Metal guitars a scowl with glare
A soundtrack to his days
Don't start to err It's just a dawn to the midnight race
He's a whirlwind of energy
Staying the pace
Steady the pace
Escape to the rhythm
Feel the heat
The man of the hour
Can't be beat
A mystery job
Workouts intense
Living life with no pretense
Born on the 17th
He's got the fire
Racing through life
He never tires
I only thought I would burp
He once said
As he crawled on the floor
His legend proclaimed
I only thought I would burn
His fame was refined
A man in his work
His spirit shines
A man of the moment
Crossing all lines
So raise your horns and your glasses too
To the man born on the 17th
True and through
Running lifting
With a tale to tell
In the world of the ordinary
He's a living swell
Writer: Jonas Björklund, Fredrik Vindelälv
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: Algorythmic Rebels
Language: English
Length: 2:00
Written by: Jonas Björklund, Fredrik Vindelälv