| When the fire starts killing men
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| They’ll be a price upon our head
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| Conspiracy on the Motherland
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| While our Brothers end up dead
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| Well, are you ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I’m without you, don’t you live without
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| Well, are you ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I am without you. |
| One by one innocence lost
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| We terrorize and victimize
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| The air in which we breathe
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| We must compromise and sympathize
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| In order to achieve
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| Well, are you ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I’m without you, don’t you live without
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| Well, are you ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I am without you. |
| One by one innocence lost
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| One by one we all fall down
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| Get back up and touch the ground
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| Some are lost and some are never found
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| One day baby, you will see
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| Just how love was meant to be — Innocence lost
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| Alls lost when all lose hope
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| Some find it impossible to cope
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| Alls lost when all lose hope
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| Some find it impossible to cope
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| Ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I’m without you, don’t you live without
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| Well, are you ready or not? |
| Cuz here I come
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| I am without you. |
| One by one innocence is
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| I am without you. |
| One by one innocence is lost |