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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Where did it go wrong |
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What happened here |
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In a town without pity |
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Paralyzed by our fear |
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Confidence at a standstill |
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Daylight only a smear |
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Tension that you could handle |
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Chokes the thick atmosphere |
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No more slogans to shout |
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No more visions to sell |
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Just a ghost from the past |
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Of the urge to rebel |
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Like an etching of death |
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Knocking at the front door |
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Will the forces of peace |
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Overcome even more |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Did we fail in a past life |
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Do we have to be hurt |
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By contempt for the humdrum |
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Hungry still to subvert |
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Do we seek the horizon |
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Struggle on to be heard |
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Standing up to be counted |
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With our principles blurred |
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Just too jaded to beg |
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Passion left in the past |
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Is it time to move on |
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To surrender at last |
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Must we really fight on |
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When we don't give a damn |
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Is it time for release |
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For an end to this sham |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city |
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Sin city Sin city. |
