| We are lonely souls
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| Who burns your every breath
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| Like a broken record
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| Stuck on the sound of death
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| We are lonely souls
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| Who burns your every breath
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| Like a broken record
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| Stuck on the sound of death
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| We walk the face Earth once more
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| A mindless puppet
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| My chans are ton
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| The creaky bones,
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| The blinded sight
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| We earn the hance to turn wrong to right
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| You know what I read on the walls o the the city today?
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| Your greed isn’t worth
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| The price we all pay
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| You know what I’ve wrte on my skin last night?
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| Don’t be afraid, I’ve not begun to fight
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| The knife is planted in our backs
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| Hate bleeds red in solid black
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| Red brings this blood to an end
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| Rest my soul from tthe depths within
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| We are lonely souls
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| Who burns your every breath
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| Like a broken record
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| Stuck on the sound of death
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| Like a broken record
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| Stuck on the sound of death
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| You know what I read on the walls o the the city today?
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| Your greed isn’t worth
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| The price we all pay
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| You know what I’ve wrte on my skin last night?
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| Don’t be afraid, I’ve not yet begun to fight
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| You know what I read on the walls o the the city today?
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| Your greed isn’t worth
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| The price we all pay
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| You know what I’ve wrte on my skin last night?
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| Don’t be afraid, I’ve not yet begun to fight
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| A last chance is in front of ou
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| The last right thing we should ever do
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| Wake up! |
| Stand up!
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| The last right thing we should do
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| Wake up! |
| Stand up!
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| The last right thing we should do
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| If your eyes are finally open
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| Let’s mark these fucking words in your head
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Ain’t no future, but our future
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| Vaffanculo!
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| We are lonely souls
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| Who burns your every breath
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| Like a broken record
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| Stuck on the sound of death |