| Coming in, coming in, kill the radio
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| Silence, breakdown in L. A
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| Giving up, giving in to a feeling of
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| Violence, there’s hell to pay
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| So let’s light another match, stop living in the past
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| Where nobody can hear me now
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| Blow the lock off the cage, watch the children come of age
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| When their parents stop to take a bow
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| Nothing takes root in this barren soil, nothing takes root
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| In this barren soil, maybe there’s no one there at all
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| Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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| Save your money for hired guns
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| Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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| Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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| Line 'em up on the wall, coming out with their
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| Hands up, give 'em all the chair
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| Let it burn, let it fall, let the end of the
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| World come, who’s left to care?
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| Nothing takes root in this barren soil, nothing takes root
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| In this barren soil, maybe there’s no one there at all
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| Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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| Save your money for hired guns
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| Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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| Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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| Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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| Save your money for hired guns
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| Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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| Slow down, and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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| Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter… |