| I don’t belong to a different kind…
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| sometimes I feel like I’m from another.
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| Don’t understand why we kill each other still…
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| And I don’t know why… No!
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| we do it all again going round in circles
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| holding up the mess…
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| losing any trace of common sense.
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| No more pain, no more hate
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| no more playing God!
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| No more good no more bad
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| no more fictional rivals
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| fighting to give us a better world!
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| You gotta stay alive
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| doing right…
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| it´s not that easy when you hurt inside…
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| you gotta try to find the light
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| within your heart
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| and play your card.
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| You gotta throw the dice
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| close your eyes…
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| it´s not that easy trying to turn the tide…
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| Too many fools arriving high…
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| It´s time to mend this human crime.
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| How many times do we have to die?
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| How many rounds do we need to feel right?
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| We cannot hold our love plenty of fears
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| And I don’t know why not
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| We focus on revenge just to get the further
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| Maybe falls the best
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| Choosing any way to do the worst
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| No more pain, no more hate
|
| no more playing God!
|
| No more good no more bad
|
| no more fictional rivals
|
| fighting to give us a better world!
|
| You gotta stay alive
|
| doing right…
|
| it´s not that easy when you hurt inside…
|
| you gotta try to find the light
|
| within your heart
|
| and play your card.
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| You gotta throw the dice
|
| close your eyes…
|
| it´s not that easy trying to turn the tide…
|
| Too many fools arriving high…
|
| It´s time to mend this human crime.
|
| You gotta stay alive
|
| doing right…
|
| it´s not that easy when you hurt inside…
|
| you gotta try to find the light
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| within your heart
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| and play your card.
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| You gotta throw the dice,
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| it´s not that easy!
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| It’s not that easy!
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| Oh, no!
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| You gotta stay alive!
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| It’s not that easy!
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| Within your heart!
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| You gotta throw the dice
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| It’s not that easy!
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| Too many fools arriving high…
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| It´s time to mend this human crime |