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Let's get out of here |
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Money hungry hands await |
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Blood thirsty mouths just want more |
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There's no escape |
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It's not enough that our flesh |
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Feeds half their hunger |
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These shackles and chains |
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Keep changing their names |
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But we're still their slaves |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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We can't speak but we can scream |
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And when we're dead our cries are louder in your head |
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Without regret it's easy to forget |
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What we're living for |
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What are we dying for? |
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We are consumed by those we answer to |
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Bought and sold and swallowed whole |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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We're buried in your body |
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You're living in our skin |
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What are we living for? |
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Let's get out of here |
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Greedy hands await blood thirsty mouths |
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What are we dying for? |
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Just who do you think you are? |
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Just who do you think we are? |
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Just who do you think you are? |
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Get off your throne |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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If only these walls were made of glass |
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We'd have a second chance |
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You get away with murder |
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You get away with murder |
