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Sing it.Singing a different song. |
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Make it.Guess who will play along. |
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I can't help looking at me. |
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C'est La Vie. |
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My hands are free as can be. |
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C'est La Vie. |
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Wanted: Passion. |
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Wasted and hopeless. |
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Makeshift glory, |
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Praises, fortress, blame me. |
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How can I speak on the other side? |
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How can I speak on the other side? |
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We cannot be inside this war until we bleed and make it |
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Louder. Louder. |
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Louder. Louder. |
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Louder. Louder. |
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Louder. Louder. |
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With various degrees of love and of hate. |
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With a gun strapped to your side, |
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I believe you have your faith. |
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I move onward with a trumpet and a voice |
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And a ghost inside my head and the past is noise. |
