| From the north to the south from the east to the west
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| The world goes crazy every day seems to be the last
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| In the same time when We fly high,
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| We fall low and We don’t wanna know why
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| Feels like walking in the circle
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| The dust in our eyes and nothing but trouble
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| Our life goes all the way harder
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| Every day seems like there won’t be another
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| Life goes all the way harder
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| Every day looks like there won’t be another
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45
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| Do You feel allright can You sleep at night
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| Blind windows, a broken traffic light
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| Quicksand all over the land
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| Just anothet kid with the gun in his hand
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| Everything is fine untill the party is over
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| Everything’s fine when it’s all just a game
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45
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| Will We try to make a difference
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| Will We stay outside and looh for a brighter day
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| Will We try to find the reason
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| Will We ever try to find another day
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45
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| Guess what, guess what somebody get shot
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| They took his life on the street 45 |