| Sick of all the bullshit
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| I wonder if we
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| Got enough to start our own army
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| Sick of all the spindle
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| I wonder indeed
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| If Satan’s sitter sends are we
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| One day should we learn to pardon
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| Safe inside we’ll be
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| With no more lost from all this talking
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| Of god damned misery
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| I will never be your slave
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| I can point my finger too
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| I won’t ever say your name
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| From any other point of view
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| Sick of being the puppet
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| I’m held up by strings
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| With one move to put me where they please
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| Sick of all the shamble
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| I wonder what would be
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| If one day we all should come unleashed
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| I will never be your slave
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| I can point my finger too
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| I won’t ever say your name
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| From any other point of view
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| I will never be your slave
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| I can pull the trigger too
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| I won’t ever say your name
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| From any other point of view
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| One day should we learn to pardon
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| Safe inside we’d be
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| With no more lost from all this talking
|
| Of god damned misery
|
| I will never be your slave
|
| I can point my finger too
|
| I won’t ever say your name
|
| From any other point of view
|
| I will never be your slave
|
| I can pull the trigger too
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| I won’t ever say your name
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| From any other point of view
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| I won’t ever be your slave |