| Vers1.
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| What if Jesus was an anti-christ, living on a lie for so long.
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| What if this world will be pulverized, and I’m singing my last song.
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| What if my girl has another man, meeting him when I’m gone.
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| And she hides it the best she can, to not end up alone.
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| What if my dad was an anarchist, on his head a pink mohawk.
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| What if my mum was a rebel, with hours long protest talks.
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| Ref.
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| Mental chaos, all my thoughts collide.
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| Mental chaos, my head is getting wide.
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| Sentimental, I’m whining and I swear,
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| Mental chaos, what if I don’t…
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| Vers2.
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| What if we have lived a whole lifetime, our turn to die tomorrow.
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| What if no one ever meet me there, when I’m yelling my commands.
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| What if my girl has another man, meeting him when I’m gone.
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| And she hides it the best she can, to not end up alone.
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| Ref.
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| Mental chaos, all my thoughts collide.
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| Mental chaos, my head is getting wide.
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| Sentimental, I’m whining and I swear,
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| Mental chaos, what if I don’t…
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| Bridge.
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| What if Jesus was an anti-christ, living on a lie for so long.
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| What if this world will be pulverized, and I’m singing my last song.
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| Ref.
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| Mental chaos, all my thoughts collide.
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| Mental chaos, my head is getting wide.
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| Sentimental, I’m whining and I swear,
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| Mental chaos, what if I don’t care. |