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Friends hurt friends, what can you say |
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Who's to blame when friends lie dead |
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Blasting in progress, scares you to death |
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The mouse that roars won't save the world |
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Wise blood in a time-lock, raising a riot |
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Small heroic son with the pulse of a gun |
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I don't believe in angels, they keep falling first |
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I believe in nightmares, |
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I've seen them in your eyes |
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You suck the blood |
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From TV-screens |
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You lick the pain |
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From magazines |
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Space is narrow, you're so far out |
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A world left to bleed as your time runs out |
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Caged birds don't sing, don't laugh, don't cry |
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Turn yourself and crawl inside |
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Now the day has come you wished you'd never see |
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Walk through a cage as the earth stands still |
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You suck the blood |
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From TV-screens |
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You lick the pain |
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From magazines |
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And when you lie right in my face |
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You think that we will rearrange |
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And when you burn our neighborhood |
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You'll feel the strength through brotherhood |
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There's no warning and no reasons |
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Where's your future, where does time go? |
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Friends hurt friends, what can you say |
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Who's to blame when friends lie dead |
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Caged birds don't sing, don't laugh, don't cry |
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Turn yourself and crawl inside |
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Wise blood raising a riot |
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I don't believe in angels, they keep falling first |
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I believe in nightmares, |
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I've seen them in your eyes |
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You suck the blood |
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From TV-screens |
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You lick the pain |
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From magazines |
