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See the sleeping figures holding up the clock |
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In Prague's old town square, blank faces of rock, |
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they wander and they follow; guides, they call |
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Then the clock starts chiming: it's my wake up call |
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A rich man's war in poor man's blood |
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Silent their cries, the lost and loved |
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Led to the slaughter, led by false hope |
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Follow behind the Judas goat |
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Parasitic humans losing all, I feel |
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All that we believed was true, all I thought was real |
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Cheated, then set up by those we trusted most |
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Bitter were the drinks of party on the host |
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A rich man's war in poor man's blood |
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Silent their cries, the lost and loved |
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Led to the slaughter, led by false hope |
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Follow behind the judas goat |
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Follow behind the judas goat |
