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Outside my window I see trouble. |
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On the faces on the people in the streets below. |
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One gets a feeling discontentment. |
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Why there is anger I don't know. |
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Or is it always in my mind. |
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Or my vivid imagination. |
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Creating this monster at my side. |
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Hello, hello to who's ever out there. |
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Can you please give us some more time. |
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Or is this the final chapter. |
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Final chapter of the world. |
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So many times, so many chances. |
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So many roadblocks I see on the way. |
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I think a new start is in order. |
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It's time to build a new highway. |
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Fight, fight, fight. |
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The end result is that we'll all |
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Die, die, die. |
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Generations will wonder |
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Why, why, why. |
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Why we kissed our ass good |
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Bye, bye, bye. |
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I'll see you on the other side. |
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Why there should be so many answers. |
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I'll see you on the other side. |