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Yesterdays were clear, but yesterdays are over |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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We're hanging in the trees, the fields are burning lower |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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'cause there's nothing left to feel, there is something out of reach |
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Taking over |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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See those city blinding lights, we are burning in the fields |
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Come take my life |
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So far and now so near, control under construction |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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Slowly, softly, killed, we are the slaves of the protection |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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'cause there's nothing left to fear, there is something out of reach |
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Taking over |
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(you'll don't like it? do you fight it?) |
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If you see a blinding light, we are burning in the trees |
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Come get a life |
