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(Big Calm) |
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Skye : |
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Locked in a cell for your very last breath |
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How can it be that, |
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This is your death |
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Something is stirring, way underneath |
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As people ignite the last burning wreath |
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Friction is turning to fire |
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Friction is burning much higher |
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Men in high places |
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Can't understand |
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How to end trouble in this broken land |
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They have no idea and no feelings for love |
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Just send in the dogs and they stand well above |
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Friction is turning to fire |
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Friction is burning much higher |
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Them say me bringing the naughty dread |
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Spikey-T : |
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So now I fight for me life |
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Can't feel me youth and |
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Now can't feel me wife |
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Me a feature until you leave unpleased because |
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Try me call me and beg me for tease |
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??? |
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??? make peace |
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Don't return to send the light out there |
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That's why the friction can't seize, yeah. |
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Skye : |
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Red is the vision, |
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Flames light the street |
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Danger in droves as we feel the heat |
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All coming together, the time is now ripe |
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Think for yourself and forget all the hype ! |
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Friction is turning to fire |
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Friction is burning much higher |
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Friction is turning to fire |
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Friction is burning much higher |
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Turning to fire |
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Burning much higher |
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Turning to fire |
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Burning much higher........ |