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Hatred from your closed mind, nothing you think is gonna change |
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Your actions speak so loud you've got to try a different way |
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We live together, we're worlds apart down on the streets |
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Because we're too proud no one will ever admit defeat |
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The world is a smoking gun that is loaded |
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And soon it's gonna blow you away |
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Up till now nobody has noticed |
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But we're going to have our day |
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Where do we draw the line? |
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Nobody seems to have a clue |
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We're at each other's throats 'cause we don't share a point of view |
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So what's the problem? |
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Can't see beneath the shade of skin |
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A vicious circle, a human race no one can win |
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The world is a smoking gun that is loaded |
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Soon it's gonna blow you away |
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Up till now nobody has noticed |
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But we're going to have our day |
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It's just a state of mind, it's not reality |
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It's all psychosomatic static inhumanity |
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A savage mental sickness that plagues the human race |
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And it's going to blow up in your face |
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The world is a smoking gun that is loaded |
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And soon it's gonna blow you away |
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Up till now nobody has noticed |
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But we're going to have our day |
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The world is a smoking gun that is loaded |
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And soon it's gonna blow you away |
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Up till now nobody has noticed |
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But we're going to have our day |
