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Extended hand a friendly man who doesn't trust a soul |
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I wonder why that meeting eyes could put your life on hold |
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Do people feel humanity is something of the past? |
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A kind hello, a favor done, these days could be your last |
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Bar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colors |
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And stay down on the floor |
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Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door |
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Amidst a subtle war |
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You can't go there at night |
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unless you're feeling immortal |
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'Cause all of them have guns and knives, |
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at least that's what we're told |
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A neighborhood or DMZ, but people call it home |
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Scared to death of living there, but got nowhere to go |
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Bar your windows, lock your doors, choose your colors |
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And stay down on the floor |
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Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door |
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Amidst a subtle war |
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Pick your weapon |
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Talk to no one |
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Paranoia |
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Can we take this anymore |
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Amidst a subtle war that's right outside your door |
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Amidst a subtle war |
