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Looking out my window staring |
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At the things that |
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I can't see |
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If I listen closely |
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I can hear, |
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I can hear, hear a dying dream |
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I'm wrapped up in the warmth |
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Of an unforgiving mind |
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I'm on vacation in another time |
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And we can thank the |
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TV We can thank the men of old |
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For this legacy of hate |
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Somehow, somehow they have sold |
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I'm wrapped up in the warmth |
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Of an unforgiving game |
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I'm on vacation in the |
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Land of Shame |
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When the pigs are flying |
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And it's freezing cold in hell |
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Maybe we'll forgive the children, baby |
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Only time can tell |
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Yeah yeah! |
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If I listen closely |
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I can hear, |
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I can hear, hear a dying dream |
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I am on vacation in the |
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Land of Shame |
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We'll be alone together |
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In a world we call our own |
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We'll be alone together |
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In a place that doesn't feel like home |
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Yeah yeah! |
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I can hear, |
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I can hear, hear a dying dream (Dying dream! Dying dream! Dying dream!) |
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We'll be alone together (In a world we call our own) |
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We'll be alone together (In a place that doesn't feel like home) |
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We'll be alone together (In a world we call out own) |
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We'll be alone together (In a place that doesn't feel like home) |
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We'll be alone together |
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We'll leave this land of shame |
