| Friendly fire on the horizon
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| I’ll stay close behind decide which side are you on
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| Whose side are you on?
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| I’ll stay put and I’ll disguise my treachery
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| With more white lies
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Whose side am I on?
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| So it seems
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| The hatchet in our hands is used immediately
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| To cut off all loose ends
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| Just to breathe easily
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| No time for taking chances, we need certainty
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| Our fingers through the fence and we shall
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| Disappear from the face of the earth
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| We don’t want you here
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| Or your voices to be heard
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| I’ll disappear from the face of the earth
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| Meanwhile, we will watch the
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| Friendly fire on the horizon
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| I’ll stay close behind decide which side are you on
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| Whose side are you on?
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| I’ll stay put and I’ll disguise my treachery
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| With more white lies
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| Whose side are you on?
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| Whose side am I on?
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| It seems to me
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| The ever-present restless lack of honesty
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| Is leading us into a state of agony
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| No time for taking turns we’re simultaneously
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| Pointing out our friends and foes
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| Disappear from the face of the earth
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| We don’t want you here
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| Or your voices to be heard
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| I’ll disappear from the face of the earth
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| Meanwhile, we will watch the
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire
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| Fire |