| Another face, another day
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| Another promise for a fail
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| So long, I’ll need a holiday
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| He’s just another castaway
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| He can’t see the other face of pain
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| Red paint to cover your faith
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| Great
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| Gray
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| Days
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| Great
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| Gray
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| Days
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| It’s just a matter of useless old letters
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| Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
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| It’s just a matter of useless old letters
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| Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
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| Great
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| Gray
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| Days
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| Great
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| Gray
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| Days
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| (Now I appeal to you, my)
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| It’s just a matter of useless old letters
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| Can’t be sedated the attitude of rebels
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| (Now I appeal to you, my friends)
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| Great |