| There, high on the watchtower
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| Keeping the peace
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| Whatever that means
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| cause you see the world through
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| Crosshairs and TVs, don’t you?
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| Ten foot walls built around us White picket death
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| So quiet, so safe
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| But if we fall there will be nothing and no one to catch
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| So sit back and watch as we Spin out of control
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| Spin out of control
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| Try to recover, but collide with each other
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| We spin out of control
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| Something I cannot change
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| I was born in a place
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| That lives by the sword
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| And thus to it’s blade we’re condemned
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| Don’t you understand why we scream «no more»?
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| My dreams are of children
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| Orphaned by blood
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| Spilled at these hands
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| Here on the graves of the innocent
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| We raise our flag
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| Spin out of control
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| Spin out of control
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| Try to recover, but collide with each other
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| We spin out of control
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| Somethings you don’t forgive, somethings you don’t forget
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| Sometimes the fate you suffer is so much worse than death
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| We’re way off course now and we’re drifting out to sea
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| So cut the anchor on your heart to be set free
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| Set free
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| Set free
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| Spin out of control
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| Spin out of control
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| Spin out of control
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| Spin out of control
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| Try to recover, we have to recover
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| We fall and crash, one after the other
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| Spin out of control |