| Lying awake at night, I wipe the sweat from my brow
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| But it’s not the fear, cause I’d rather go now
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| Trying to visualise the horrors that will lay ahead
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| The desert sand mound a burial ground
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| When it comes to the time are we partners in crime?
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| When it comes to the time, we’ll be ready to die
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| God, let us go now and finish what’s to be done
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| Thy Kingdom come, thy shall be done on Earth
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| Trying to justify to ourselves the reasons to go
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| Should we live and let live? |
| Forget or forgive?
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| But how can we let them go on this way?
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| The reign of terror corruption must end
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| And we know deep down there’s no other way
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| No trust, no reasoning, no more to say
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| Afraid to shoot strangers
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| Afraid to shoot strangers
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| Afraid…
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| Afraid to shoot strangers!
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| Afraid to shoot strangers
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| Afraid to shoot strangers
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| Afraid to shoot strangers
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| Afraid to shoot strangers |