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Do you suspect your brother, was something done to you? |
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We all trust one another, we know this isn't true |
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For the people's minds are cluttered |
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With the word we call dislike |
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When our backs are turned in friendship |
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Our brothers they will strike |
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Across the seas in another land |
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Fists are clenched in every hand |
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Step across the boundary line |
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My choice to live is no longer mine |
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Suspicion drill inside their heads |
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And the will to live is what we dread |
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Man's trust has surely died |
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On the sword's point suspicion glides [Chorus:] |
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Can you control the feeling that you hold |
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The others you neglect, feel your own suspect |
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Between two fires we collect our thoughts |
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Are we all just liars? |
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And our truth is only bought |
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For it's suspicion that turns it's back on you |
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Suspicion in the masses down to the very few |
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You cannot trust your brother |
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For the fear he's after you [Chorus] |
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Between two fires we collect our thoughts |
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Are we all just liars? |
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And our truth is only bought |
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For it's suspicion that turns it's back on you |
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They close their eyes to their own demise |
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And pray that it's not true |