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As I look back my anger turns to rage |
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These eyes become the windows to a cage |
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Peace? When has peace had its page? |
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As I look back, it looks me in the face |
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Nothing but the same old story |
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Once small step means |
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McDonald's in space |
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To sleep soundly is to know your place |
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Nothing but the same old story |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like the roof of the world |
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled |
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled |
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As I look back every killer has his day |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like the roof of the world |
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Little Boy, |
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Fat Man and |
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Enola GayNothing but the same old story |
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In God we trust and bombs away |
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The voice of reason is a limited trait |
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As I look back my anger turns to hate |
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Six million |
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Jews just to test my faith |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like the roof of the world |
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Nothing but the same old story |
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like the roof of the world |
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled |
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Our legacy is a lesson in waste |
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As I look back it looks me in the face |
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Of things to come maybe just a taste |
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And all for the greater glory |
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And all for the greater glory |
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And all for the greater glory |
