| (All we do is fight, fight, fight!
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| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding, all the bleeding
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| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing?)
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| Stop the bleeding!
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| I felt your hands as they threated to save
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| But when the pressure comes all you do is enslave
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| I see the pressure coming down, I feel the tension rolling on
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| Open the wounds that you came to cure
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| Open my wounds and steal the love out of my heart
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| All we do is fight, fight, fight!
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| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding
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| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing?
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| Stop the bleeding!
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| I felt your teeth as it’s breaking my skin
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| And as your jaws sink in, I feel my life wearing thin
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| I see the pressure coming down, I feel the tension rolling on
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| Open my wounds as you steal the light from my eyes!
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| Now as you’re soaking in our blood, tell me, where is your cure?
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| All we do is fight, fight, fight!
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| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding
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| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing?
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| We’re bowing to crowns made of gold, blind to the one made of thorns
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| Still we’ve got to hold the line when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding
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| Stop the bleeding!
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| We’ve felt your calloused hands, they’re threating to save
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| But when the pressure comes
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| You enslave!
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| Now as you’re soaking in our blood, pouring your salt on our open wounds
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| Tell me, where is your cure?
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| Can we even fight this fight when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding?
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| Following a crown of gold, we will never come close to the healing
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| All we do is fight, fight, fight!
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| And there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding
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| Will we ever strike the heart of the cancer that cuts off our breathing?
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| We’re bowing to crowns made of gold, blind to the one made of thorns
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| Still we’ve got to hold the line when there’s nothing to stop all the bleeding
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| Stop the bleeding!
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| You’re not my cure! |