| I hail them again «my friends»
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| The brothers and sisters of my life
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| They’re black, so dark and white, my light
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| They’re playing on the razor’s edge
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| So guide me to the paradise
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| This compulsion makes me feel like hell
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| Makes me feel like hell
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| It’s a long, long way to live that life
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| It’s a long, long time to suffer, my love
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| I feel, I think and I have feelings
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| I can also cry
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| You see, I can
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| Or is this just illusions for me, for you
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| Or for them…
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| I listen to the radio
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| But I can just read the papers
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| It’s the same so I say
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| Fighting for peace
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| Is like fucking for virginity
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| Like fucking for virginity!
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| Why do they have to steal our love
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| Why do they have to steal our lives
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| Why do they have to steal our friends
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| It’s for nothing like all the rest
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| After a while what have I got
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| Nothing they just kicked me out
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| After a while what have we got
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| Nothing they just kicked us, kicked us out |