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I don't want to face |
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the killer instinct |
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Face it in you or me |
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We carry a sensitive cargo |
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Below the waterline |
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Ticking like a time bomb |
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With a primitive design |
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Behind the finer feelings |
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This civilized veneer |
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The heart of a lonely hunter |
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Guards a dangerous frontier |
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The balance can sometimes fail |
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Strong emotions can tip the scale |
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Don't want to silence |
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A desperate voice |
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For the sake of security |
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No one wants to make |
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A terrible choice |
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On the price of being free |
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I don't want to face |
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the killer instinct |
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Face it in you or me |
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So we keep it under lock and key |
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It's not a matter of mercy |
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It's not a matter of laws |
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Plenty of people will kill you |
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For some fanatical cause |
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It's not a matter of conscience |
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A search for probable cause |
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It's just a matter of instinct |
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A matter of fatal flaws |
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No reward for resistance |
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No assistance |
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No applause |
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We don't want to be victims |
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On that we all agree |
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So we lock up the killer instinct |
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And throw away the key |
