| All my dreams are forgotten
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| My soul’s exposed and my bones are old & rotten
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| Only darkness, where there was light
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| All that’s left to do is take to the streets and fight, and fight
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| Always driving, no one around
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| I’m all alone and I know there will be a breakdown
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| Everynight & everyday: working and watching my time fade away
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| I won’t go, I’ll never ever be sold
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| What’s left of this mess, I know, we’ll take it to the road
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| In the basement, I’ll be waiting and making the most of the ghost I’ve created
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| Only trouble I can write, all that’s left to do is take to the streets and fight
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| When the chips are stacked against our backs, that’s when we become unstoppable
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| (That's when we become, a force to reckon with)
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| When the gravy boat will cease to float, that’s when nothing is impossible
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| (That's when we hoist a sail, on this broken ship)
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| When the chips are stacked against our backs, that’s when we become unstoppable
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| (That's when we become, a force to reckon with)
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| When the gravy boat will cease to float, that’s when nothing is impossible
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| (That's when we hoist a sail, on this broken ship) |