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You asked me what's wrong with the world |
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No one will answer but the master |
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That's sit on the highchair |
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And watches the pain he will make |
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Searching solutions not for opinions |
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For stupid reasons you would kill |
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All the people around you without even blinking an eye |
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Now comes the time sorrow and pain in your mind |
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Now comes the time hands holding power are falling again |
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Running all alone on this path |
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On the way to hell you won't listen to |
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All of the children that ask for an offer of help |
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So you kill them all nobody moves |
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But there's something strange on their faces |
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Their eyes are so empty but still they're directed to you |
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You can't redeem your first attack |
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To late to bring the sunlight back |
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You can't redeem your first attack |
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To late to bring the sunlight back |
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You asked me what's wrong with the world |
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No one will answer but the master |
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That's sit on the highchair |
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And watches the pain he will make |
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Searching solutions not for opinions |
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For stupid reasons you would kill |
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All the people around you without even blinking an eye |
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Now comes the time sorrow and pain in your mind |
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Now comes the time hands holding power are falling again |
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You can't redeem your first attack |
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To late to bring the sunlight back |
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You can't redeem your first attack |
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To late to bring the sunlight back |
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In your eyes lies the mirror to the world you made |
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Show me reasons for an end [Chorus] |
