Poison pours through the frames
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In a new reading of the old drama
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The tape of the ambassador, like a machine-gun belt
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This is the accuracy of the sight, for the pathos of the moment
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Are you scared? |
And I feel at home here
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Don't choke on your Stockholm Syndrome
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To whom is war, to whom is mother dear
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Either run away, or drink to the bottom
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I got a ton of scary stories
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I don't even try to dispute them
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And let them say that they saw how it was
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For everyone who is still interested
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Tomorrow they will find the dead at the entrances,
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And they will write it off again for heart attacks and local cattle
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Until you fall, you don't get up
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And just getting up, you will learn not to fall
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On a fictitious battlefield
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You are on one side, I am on the other, we are close
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Thoughts are cold, coffee is hot
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They all lie on news broadcasts
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Fear kills the remaining mind
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Stockholm syndrome is too contagious
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We should hide all the facts away
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Including this play in half an act
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Not all of the heroes of which will reach the final
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There is a task, so there will be a solution
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Strain sick imagination
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I think I exist, and this is not enough
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Until you fall, you don't get up
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And just getting up, you will learn not to fall
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On a fictitious battlefield
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You are on one side, I am on the other, we are close
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We are near
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There is no right to make a mistake, there will be injuries
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Come on, you'll have to fight on equal terms
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Not a step back, anyway, I don't see any obstacles
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I can bet against the M-200
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Only faith, wisdom and balance
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Let the chances be negligible, but I will try to survive
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Until you fall, you don't get up
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And just getting up, you will learn not to fall
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On a fictitious battlefield
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You are on one side, I am on the other, we are close
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Until you fall, you don't get up
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And just getting up, you will learn not to fall
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On a fictitious battlefield
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You are on one side, I am on the other, we are close |