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Red carpet and rebellion |
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Makes ya wonder at the established ones |
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They aint out to get ya |
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Cause your a mile.. away |
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I heard a siren, a city warning , they said a new |
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Dawn arrives in the morning.. so I wait out tonight |
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For the, the new sunrise |
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They laid me to rest with an, an aberration |
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I woke up the living dead colossally mistaken |
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I ran through the streets where i, I break down |
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There aint no money there aint no time |
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Yeah im outta my mind dont wanna waste this away |
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Shamed when I am; shamed when I'm not |
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The configuration of the american dream |
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The palace died and the streets were burning |
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The red horizon came crashing through the morning |
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There was no contentment only blood shed |
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Red blood and social discontent bruised by puritan |
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Oh puritan exempt its like a peasant uprising |
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Chorus |
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St petersburg, 1905 |
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Father garpan led the protest.. up inside.. up inside.. distillers break down |
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Yeah, we are gone, oh yeah, we are gone, we are gone, we are gone, oh yeah, |
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Red carpet and rebellion |
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Makes ya wonder why they smell so bad |
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They aint out to get ya cause your a mile away |
