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I opened up my head again to uh |
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Opened up my head again to uh |
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A child born alive, crying with no eyes |
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Opened up my head again to |
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Take 'em out, take 'em down |
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One by one, no falter |
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Time has come, the secret's out |
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Take 'em down |
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Desperate times you cut your teeth on everyone's lies |
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Another baby born, another baby dies |
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In these desperate times |
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Still we hold our heads up high |
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Like we could never fall |
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But everytime we try |
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The black mantra calls |
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I opened up my head again to uh |
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And let the waters come rushing in |
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The signing of the times, her writing is defined |
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Opened up my head again to... |
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Take 'em out, take 'em down |
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One by one, no falter |
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Time has come, the secret's out |
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Take 'em down |
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Desperate times you cut your teeth on everyone's lies |
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Another baby born, another baby dies |
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In these desperate times |
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Take 'em out, take 'em down |
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One by one, no falter |
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Time has come, the secret's out take 'em down |
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No falterNo falter |
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No falterThese are desperate times... |
