| Our souls are not ready for life
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| We’re gonna have a fight
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| Our souls try to be swept from our bodies
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| Coming out to the streets
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| They’ll complete what we did
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| Or what we wished to destroy
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| They’ll mess up despite the next
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| Outside our souls react to raging crowds. |
| Tonight
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| They’ll kill and demonstrate what fight is all about
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| Inside I’m wandering, wandering
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| «What you’re doing
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| What you do has the logic of a soldier
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| And people will curse you»
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| Blood and ruins, blood and ruins
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| Our fragile conscience lies awaiting for a war
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| Where liars and honest people fight to get some money
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| Inside I’m wandering, wandering
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| «What you’re doing
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| What you do has the logic of a soldier
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| And people will curse you»
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| Blood and ruins, blood and ruins
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| Inside I’m wandering, wandering
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| «What you’re doing
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| What you do has no meaning
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| Consider the fight’s all around»
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| Inside I’m wandering, inside I’m wandering… |