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With our songs, we are outlawed
With our songs, we're alone
But without songs we're lost
And life is pointless, harsh, and long.
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In my heart, there is music
In my mind is a song
But in my eyes, a world
Crooked, f*cked up and wrong
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Sing all day
Record and play
Drums and bass, and a guitar
Will there be peace in the world,
Or will violence always own the truth?
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There's a bird singing at my window
And it's singing an irresponsible tune
An irresponsible tune
An irresponsible tune
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