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I wanna scream, scream, scream |
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Oh for this to end |
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I wanna let love flow, through my fingers and out of my hands |
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And I wanna let that love fill up the hearts of men |
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Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land |
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Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land |
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made |
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Will time sit still, or will it change |
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Oh and if all that happens now is to remain |
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I think we best start |
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Counting down the days |
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I wanna scream, scream, scream |
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Oh so you can hear |
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The truth it covers you, don't shake it off |
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The picture's clear |
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It's painted red, red, all red and lined with tears boy |
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I know it's hard to see |
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When you're so consumed with fear |
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I know it's hard to see |
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When you're so consumed with fear oh |
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made |
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Will time sit still, or will it change |
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Oh and if all that happens is to remain |
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I think we best start counting down the days |
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Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray |
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It all falls into place |
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made |
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Will time sit still, or will it change |
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Oh and if all that happens now is to remain |
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I think we best start counting down the days |
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Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray |
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It all falls into place |
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But if all that happens now is to remain |
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I think we best start counting down the days |
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Counting down the days |
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Counting down the days |
