| All is quiet
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| Nothing left to hate
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| No signs of life to practice what you preach
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| Sorry comes too late
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| Play a little game called blind man’s bluff
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| Add a cause to a bomb, then set it off
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| First part, bang, comes full stop
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| Returning us all back to dust
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| Regret, the bitter pill of defeat
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| It’s ever only after, only after mistakes were made
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| The urge to blow apart and set it straight
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| It’s either do it my way or the hard way
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| No matter what the consequence
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| Here’s a little cash called hush-man money
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| Turn a blind eye, get gone and run
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| Shoot ‘em all down
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| Smoke ‘em all out
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| We got bigger toys and media clout
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| Not in my name
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| Better check yourself
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| Play your game somewhere else
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| A little sacrifice for your foe
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| Got your sticks, your stones
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| A place all your own
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| So much for unholy war
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| Not in my name
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| Never let yourself
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| Stand above the world yourself
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| You’ve no authority, you’ve got it wrong
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| You’re rich and fat, what more could you get?
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| Damn you and your holy war
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| All is quiet
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| All is defeat |