| Welcome to my nightmare
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| Step inside the place I call my home
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| Where constant struggle between right and wrong
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| Is tearing away all my hope
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| Burn
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| How could we let it burn?
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| So you think that you can change the way the world is
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| But everybody’s saying that you’ll never change it one bit
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| How could we let it burn?
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| What would they say if I killed you by accident
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| What would they say if I shot you in the face
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| Would anyone even show at your funeral
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| Is it the world that you would blame
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| Your suffering
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| But you continue running
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| They’ll sacrifice you
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| You just won’t get it
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| Who wants to see bodies hanging
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| Still screaming and crying
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| Who wants to see bodies hanging
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| In a state of unrest
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| Who wants to see bodies hanging
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| Stil screaming and crying
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| Who wants to see bodies hang
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| What would they say if I killed you by accident
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| What would they say if I shot you in the face
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| Would anyone even show at your funeral
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| Or is the world to blame |