| We’ve got some troubles ultimately,
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| for all the things we can’t conceive
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| We’re confront, not conform,
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| This war comes hard but silence is worse!
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| Times of hush and individuality,
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| some for anguish and insensibility
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| Nothing’s enough, this race is rough,
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| this words annoy us but silence is worse!
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| You’re peeing out the flowerpot
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| You’re throwing stones to your own roof
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| All I want to say it’s make your own way
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| Sleep on the ground of your… your own land
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| You’re peeing out the flowerpot,
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| You’re throwing stones to your own roof
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| All I want to say it’s make your own way,
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| Sleep on the ground of your… your own land
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| We had to take this finality,
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| everybody forced to geniality
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| No one is content… No ones contest…
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| This war is hard but silence is worse!
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| We have to give us a second chance to talk
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| We have to give us a second chance… |
| Give us a second chance…
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| Give us a second chance to talk |