| There was something in your face again
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| I see sometimes in my dreams
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| Not the faintest belief where we had to hide
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| The sound of marching boots outside
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| The flickering hope was burning down
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| The same old tale that’s told forevermore
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| Who do you think you are
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| Don’t look back, 'cause nothing has changed yet
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| I guess somehow it’s all like it was before
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| Always a reason to kill
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| Never to late to put on the pressure
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| The wind 's a little colder every year
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| The rest like it was before
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| So you like to play a leading role
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| (In your part time job called live)
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| Always stayed in your golden cage
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| (You never feeled the knife)
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| Then you open the door
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| You’ve never been so far before
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| We thought we were god but the race is run
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| The same old song we’ll sing forevermore
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| Who do you think…
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| Where does it start, why does it end
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| Could be that your foe will soon be your friend
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| Today you are rich, tomorrow you’re poor |