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Tell me no secrets and i'll tell you no lies |
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The future has been twisted and rehearsed for its demise |
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The warning lights are flashin' and they're circlin' in the sky |
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But no one feels the sinner's blow it's right before their eyes |
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The wicked watch their heroes with evil on their minds |
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While reaching out for heaven's gate, their shots ring through the night |
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Hellbent for thunder we are racin' with the time |
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But no one knows which way to go and no one knows to try |
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5 million reasons with 10 million pieces to go |
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Wheelers and dealers with nothin' but dreams of control |
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I believe, we're under the gun |
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I believe, we're under the gun |
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Sold out to madness |
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Prisoners of sadness |
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I believe we're under the gun |
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We're under the gun |
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In the land of milk and money the devil has his spies |
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While workin' undercover they all keep a watchful eye |
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They're building up the underworld, they're rotten to the bone |
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And crossin' out the others, while they're sellin' out their own |
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5 million reasons and 10 million pieces to go |
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Wheelers and dealers with nothin' but dreams of control |
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I believe we're under the gun |
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I believe we're under the gun |
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Sold out to madness |
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Prisoners of sadness |
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Oh i believe we're under the gun |
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We're under the gun |
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5 million reasons with 10 million pieces to go |
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Wheelers and dealers with nothin' but dreams of control |
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I believe we're under the gun |
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I believe we're under the gun |
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Sold out to madness |
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Prisoners of sadness |
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Sold out to madness |
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Prisoners of sadness |
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I believe we're under the gun |