| Someone else’s journey
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| This was someone else’s war
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| Played for high stakes
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| Before they close the door
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| Excuse was your religion
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| But they have theirs too
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| No one asked you to put out the fire
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| Yeah, no one asked you
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| 'Cause nothing is sacred, and nothing’s secure
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| Everything’s frozen, nothing is pure
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| Some things are holy, some things are damned
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| Things get messy when nothing is planned
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| You better run for cover
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| As fast as you can
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| You better run for cover
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| Every child, woman and man
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| It’s like a one-way street
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| There ain’t no place to turn around
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| Your senses feel the heat
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| It’s gettin' hot 'round here
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| Coming up from the ground
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| 'Cause nothing is sacred, and nothing’s secure
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| Everything’s frozen, and nothing is pure
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| Some things are holy, some things are damned
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| It’s gonna be chaos when nothing is planned
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| You better run for cover
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| As fast as you can
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| You better run for cover
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| Every child, woman and man
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| While you’re chasing shadows
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| Well, nothing is what it seems
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| If this is what you call democracy
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| Well, let me tell you
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| This is someone else’s dream
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| 'Cause nothing is sacred, and nothing’s secure
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| Everything’s frozen, nothing is pure
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| Some things are holy, some things are damned
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| It’s gonna be chaos 'cause nothing is planned
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| You better run for cover
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| As fast as you can
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| You better run for cover
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| As fast as you can |