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We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust |
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Nothing is forgiven, we fight for every crust |
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The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend |
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All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends |
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We are the chosen few, we are the frozen crew |
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We don't know what to do, just wasting time |
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We don't know when to quit, we don't have room to spit |
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But we'll get over it, get back in line |
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Stuck here ten thousand years, don't know how to act |
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Everything forgotten, specially the facts |
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The way we live is running scared, |
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I don't like it much |
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All things come to he who waits but these days most things suck |
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We are the chosen ones, we don't know right from wrong |
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We don't know what's going on, don't know enough to care |
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We are the dogs of war, don't even know what for |
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But we obey the law, get back in line |
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We are trapped in luxury, starving on parole |
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No one told us who to love, we have sold our souls |
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Why do we vote for faceless dogs? |
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We always take the bait |
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All things come to he who waits but all things come too late |
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We are the sacrifice and we don't like advice |
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We always pay the price, pearls before swine |
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Now we are only slaves, already in our graves |
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And if you think that |
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Jesus saves, get back in line |
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If you think that |
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Jesus saves, get back in line |