| Turn the spotlights on the people
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| Switch the dial and eat the worm
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| Take your chances, kill the engine
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| Drop your bombs and let it burn
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| White flags shot to ribbons,
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| The truce in Black and Burned.
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| Shellshock in the kitchen.
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| Tables overturned
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| Back in the village again
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| In the village,
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| I’m back in the village again.
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| Throwing dice now, rolling loaded
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| I see sixes all the way,
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| In a black hole and I’m spinning
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| As my wings get shot away.
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| Questions are a burden
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| And answers are a prison for oneself
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| Shellshock in the kitchen
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| Tables start to burn.
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| Back in the village again
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| In the village,
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| I’m back in the village again.
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| No breaks on the inside,
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| Paper cats and burning barns,
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| There’s fox among the chickens,
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| And a killer in the hounds.
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| Questions are a burden
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| And answers are a prison for oneself
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| Shellshock in the kitchen
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| Tables start to burn.
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| Back in the village again
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| In the village,
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| I’m back in the village again.
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| But still we walk into the valley
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| And others try to kill the inner flame
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| We’re burning brighter than before
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| I don’t have a number, I’M A NAME!
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| Back in the village again
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| In the village
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| I’m back in the village again
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| Back in the village again
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| In the village
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| I’m back in the village
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| Back in the village
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| Back in the village again. |