| Tell me no secrets
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| and ill tell you an lies
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| the future has been twisted
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| and rehearsed for its demise
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| The warning lights are flashin'
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| and their circlin’in the sky
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| but no one feels the sinners blow
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| it’s right before their eyes
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| The wicked watch their heroes
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| with evil on their minds
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| While reachin’out for heaven’s gate
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| there shots ring through the night
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| Hellbent for thunder
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| We’re racin’with the time
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| but no one knows which way to go and no one knows to try
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| 5 million reasons with 10 million pieces to go Wheelers and dealers with nothing but dreams of control
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| I helieve, we’re under the gun
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| I heheec, we’re under the gun
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| Sold out to madness
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| Prisoners of sadness
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| I believe, we’re under the gun
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| We’re under the gun
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| In the land of milk and money
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| the devil has his spies
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| While workin’undercover
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| they all keep a watchful eye
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| Buildin’up their underworld
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| their rotten to the bone
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| Crossin’out the others
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| while their sellin’out their own
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| 5 million reasons with 10 million pieces to go Wheelers and dealers with nothing but dreams of control
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| I helieve, we’re under the gun
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| I heheec, we’re under the gun
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| Sold out to madness
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| Prisoners of sadness
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| I believe, we’re under the gun
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| We’re under the gun
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| 5 million reasons with 10 million pieces to go Wheelers and dealers with nothing but dreams of control
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| I helieve, we’re under the gun
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| I heheec, we’re under the gun
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| Sold out to madness
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| Prisoners of sadness
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| Sold out to madness
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| Prisoners of sadness
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| I believe, we’re under the gun
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| We’re under the gun |