| Blood-red sky casts an eye on the street below
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| Seven witnesses, all with nothing to say
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| Red, black and blue, colors of the new rainbow
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| Looks like the new boss thinks he’s here to stay
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| It’s hard to know if it’s too far
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| When you’re pushing for a cause
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| It’s hard to know if it’s too far
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| When nothing is ever explained
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| What fresh hell is this?
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| Can it be fixed by a kiss?
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| Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
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| What fresh hell is this?
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| Skin on skin, but never a meeting of the minds
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| Five long years and still nothing has changed
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| Zone by zone, we’re turning into a war ground
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| Feels just like the old boss, maybe everything is pre-arranged
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| It’s hard to reason with someone
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| Who only wants to move backwards
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| It’s hard to reason with someone
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| Who doesn’t want you to move at all
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| What fresh hell is this?
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| Can it be fixed by a kiss?
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| Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
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| What fresh hell is this?
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| It’s hard to know if it’s too far
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| When you’re pushing for a cause
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| It’s hard to know if it’s too far
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| When nothing is ever explained
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| What fresh hell is this?
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| Can it be fixed by a kiss?
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| Is there justice for the one who’s been sold down the river?
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| What fresh hell is this? |