| Searching for reasons, hidden in the rights
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| Our sons turn to the game-set
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| Shooting soldiers in the night
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| Exposed to the lure, taking the bait
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| They’re easily trapped and fooled
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| Our flesh and blood claiming to choose their own fate
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| They loose their own faith
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| All join hands in the line of lunatics
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| Here on the world-wide festival of fools
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| Radio or lady’s private little monsters
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| Dancing to the angels and demons in their heads
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| Looking for warnings, hidden in the wrongs
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| Daughters look up to their idol
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| Copy their life from her songs
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| While too old, for the playing field
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| Still too young for a life
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| Their virginity lost with their innocence
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| On a nightly battle field
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| All join hands in the line of lunatics
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| Here on the world-wide festival of fools
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| Radio or lady’s private little monsters
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| Dancing to the angels and demons in their heads |