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Smoke is rising from the houses |
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People burying their dead |
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I asked somebody what the time is |
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But time doesn't matter to them yet |
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People talking without speaking |
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Trying to take what they can get |
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I ask you if you remember |
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Prospect, how could |
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I forget Drums |
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Here it comes |
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Don't you wish that life could be as simple |
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As fish swimming round in a barrel when you've got the gun? |
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Oh, when I run |
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Here it comes |
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We're just two little figures in a soup bowl |
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Trying to get the other kind of control |
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But I wasn't one |
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But here I lie |
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On my own in a separate sky |
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And here I lie |
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On my own in a separate sky |
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I don't wanna die |
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On my own here tonight |
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But here I lie |
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On my own in a separate sky. |
