| If you wouldn’t tell Stalin then don’t tell anyone
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| You’re sick of fighting, I thought we’d already won
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| When I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town
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| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground
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| What are they fighting for?
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| For freedom or for oil?
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| I lost touch and I got bored
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| Too much lying and too much blood
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| If you wouldn’t tell George Bush, don’t tell anyone
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| You’re sick of fighting, I thought we’d already won
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| I wanted to move out of this shitty ugly town
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| There was only music that kept my feet on the ground
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| I still miss the hand that feeds
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| But it’s all good, I feel the beat
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| The ring of fire, the honesty
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| I hear your voice and I still breathe
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| If you wouldn’t tell your husband then don’t tell anyone
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| You’re sick of fucking, I thought he already knew
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| You wanted to move out of this shitty ugly house
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| There was only music that kept your feet on the ground
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| He left you here crying
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| Sold everything for pills
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| But I realize I was not
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| The center of everything we got
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| There’s no goal, there’s no purpose
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| But happiness for those who wait
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| Just play me an old record
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| What goes around will come back someday
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| There’s no goal, there’s no purpose
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| But happiness for those who wait
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| Just play me an old record
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| What goes around will come back today |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Us Against The Music , by - The Sainte Catherines. Song from the album Dancing for Decadance, in the genre Иностранный рок