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There was something in your face again |
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I see sometimes in my dreams |
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Not the faintest belief where we had to hide |
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The sound of marching boots outside |
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The flickering hope was burning down |
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The same old tale that's told forevermore |
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Who do you think you are |
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Don't look back, 'cause nothing has changed yet |
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I guess somehow it's all like it was before |
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Always a reason to kill |
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Never to late to put on the pressure |
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The wind 's a little colder every year |
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The rest like it was before so you like to play a leading role (In your part time job called live) |
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Always stayed in your golden cage (You never feeled the knife) |
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Then you open the door |
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You've never been so far before |
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We thought we were god but the race is run |
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The same old song we'll sing forevermore |
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Who do you think...... |
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Where does it start, why does it end |
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Could be that your foe will soon be your friend |
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Today you are rich, tomorrow you're poor |
