| People fighting, world against world
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| Get what you can and screw the rest
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| Death, it’s just another nuisance
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| And my head is filled with pollutants
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| Is this it?
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| Is this my world?
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| Is this it?
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| Is this my world?
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| It feels so cold on the street
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| There’s no more feeling, it’s all concrete
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| Is this the world I must live?
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| I’m forced to forget how to give
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| Is this it?
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| Is this my world?
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| Is this it?
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| Is this my world?
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| People fighting, world against world
|
| Get what you can and screw the rest
|
| Death, it’s just another nuisance
|
| And my head is filled with pollutants
|
| Is this it?
|
| Is this my world?
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| Is this it?
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| Is this my world? |