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Sick of all the bullshit |
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I wonder if we |
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Got enough to start our own army |
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Sick of all the spindle |
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I wonder indeed |
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If Satan's sitter sends are we |
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One day should we learn to pardon |
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Safe inside we'll be |
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With no more lost from all this talking |
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Of god damned misery |
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I will never be your slave |
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I can point my finger too |
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I won't ever say your name |
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From any other point of view |
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Sick of being the puppet |
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I'm held up by strings |
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With one move to put me where they please |
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Sick of all the shamble |
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I wonder what would be |
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If one day we all should come unleashed |
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I will never be your slave |
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I can point my finger too |
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I won't ever say your name |
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From any other point of view |
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I will never be your slave |
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I can pull the trigger too |
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I won't ever say your name |
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From any other point of view |
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One day should we learn to pardon |
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Safe inside we'd be |
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With no more lost from all this talking |
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Of god damned misery |
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I will never be your slave |
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I can point my finger too |
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I won't ever say your name |
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From any other point of view |
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I will never be your slave |
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I can pull the trigger too |
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I won't ever say your name |
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From any other point of view |
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I won't ever be your slave |