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No... no time to ponder |
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Take your feet in your hands, swept by the sea |
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Oh it's too late to wonder where we went wrong |
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There's no time to win, to lose and to feel |
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Cries... they go unsung |
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Memories of plenty fading away |
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Cries of dying dreams |
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Where will they run to when there's nowhere to go? |
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See them kids worn-out and pale |
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To the Promised Land they're drawn |
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All the way with a dream that turned into fear |
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To the other side where the wild winds blow |
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And the golden rivers flow |
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They've come all the way for survival |
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A long trail of tears |
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Take a look into the eyes of confusion |
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They carry the torch into the sea of delusion |
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Fire on the down line |
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It's the way of the world |
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Always out to find another dime |
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Fire on the down line |
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The game is on |
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To the evil above you crawl |
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While you're floundering and kicking around |
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The wheel of days and nights and no time to sleep |
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To the other side to one storey higher |
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Where one less digit is your name |
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Dying to live one more sunrise, defying fatigue |
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Throw yourself into a final illusion |
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See them dive into the tide of the grain |
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Fire on the down line |
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It's the way of the world |
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Always out to find another dime |
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Fire on the down line |
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The game is on |
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Fire on the down line - Fire! |
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It's the way of the world |
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Always out to find another dime |
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Fire on the down line |
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The game is on |
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Fire on the down line |
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It's the way of the world |
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Always out to find another dime |
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Fire on the down line |
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The game is on |
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Fire on the down line - Fire! |
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It's the way of the world |
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Always out to find another dime |
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Fire on the down line |
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The game is on |
