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There's a man with just a head - |
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He tells me it's all right |
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To believe that all the evil men - |
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Will turn to run in fright |
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So he asks me if |
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I'm not too young, to really understand? |
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Then he tells me with a plastic smile: "tune in late tonight again" |
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Whoa... In a world of madness |
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We finally found a way |
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To bring justice into light - via satellite |
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Whoa... It's a ghostly sadness |
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But there's always a price to pay |
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And the blindness shows the ignorance of man |
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Now the silence has gone |
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And I'm crying out with a message to the ones: |
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Load your guns! |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Still you need to be strong |
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And believe in all of the system we belong |
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Load your guns! |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Another wrong makes right |
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Focus your eyes and dream away the sanity |
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Capitalize on all that you stand for - |
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So sure Whoa: |
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Such a world of madness |
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And nothing will ever change |
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But I don't believe we'll ever be the same |
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Now the silence has gone |
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And I'm crying out with a message to the ones: |
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Load your guns! |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Still you need to be strong |
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And believe in all of the system we belong |
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Load your guns! |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Another wrong makes right |
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Another victim to the fight - another wrong to make it right |
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Another victim to the fight - another wrong to make it right |
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Another victim to the fight - another wrong to make it right |
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Now the silence has gone |
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And I'm crying out with a message to the ones: |
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Load your guns! |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Still you need to be strong |
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And believe in all of the system we belong |
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Load your guns! (Load you guns!) |
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Load your guns before the night! |
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Another wrong makes right |
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Another wrong makes it right |
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So keep your guns by your side |
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Another wrong makes it right |
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Makes it right |
