| Eyes looking at me, through my own
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| Will we belong will we stand, in despair
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| Lost in seduction we run, on our own
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| Winning and losing life’s games, isn’t it nice
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| Pain starts with me
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| Take my hand come in and see
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| If you don’t find what you look for inside
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| Don’t you take it out on me
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| You know nothing at all
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| Pump up your system and let it stay high
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| You’re gonna make it till the end of the day
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| Setting the standards and getting it right
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| You’re gonna make it till the end of the day
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| Burnt by the cross inside
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| We’re still alive
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| Turned by the gods you are
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| You weakly thing
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| Pain starts with me
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| Take my hand come in and see
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| If you don’t find what you look for inside
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| Don’t you take it out on me
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| Letting yourself fall into hands of cynics
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| That just want to mold you into a machine
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| Let yourself go, there’s no use of sticking around
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| Beast by design
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| Designed by the beast
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| Pump up your system and let it stay high
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| You’re gonna make it till the end of the day
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| Setting the standars and getting it right
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| You’re gonna make it till the end of the day
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| Burnt by the cross inside
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| You’re still alive
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| Turned by the gods you are
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| You weakly thing
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| You know nothing at all |