| Shake your darling!
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| You’re getting old and cold, no bold no more
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| There’s nothing any new to say
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| You’re hiding your skills behind the darkness,
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| nobody’s there with you to play
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| You speculate about your hitler honey
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| You stuck to your old yesterday
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| You’re longing for the cold and long revenge,
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| but you can’t do nothing but to pray!
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| Drag-ism Mad-ism Drag-ism Bad-ism
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| You talk about yesterday
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| All I wanna do is to avoid yesterday
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| Drag-ism Mad-ism Drag-ism Bad-ism
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| You live around yesterday
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| but I know I don’t have any yesterday
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| Of course it’s good to know about the past
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| You learn about yesterday
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| You must be careful of what you gonna choose
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| and you musn’t do the same mistakes
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| But then you start to feel like a liar in fire
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| There’s nothing like the good old days
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| You wanna kill your darlings to the pure ashes
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| and only thing you want is to obey
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| The human rights go cold in line,
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| you die then every day
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| You dare now your mother’s days,
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| sitting on yesterday
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| She’s gonna make you cry for your mile’s end and
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| you step with joy into that faith
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| The faith that leads you nowhere, moving to the
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| night, moving to the end of the days |