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With our songs, we are outlawed |
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With our songs, we're alone |
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But without songs we're lost |
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And life is pointless, harsh, and long. |
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In my heart, there is music |
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In my mind is a song |
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But in my eyes, a world |
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Crooked, f*cked up and wrong |
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Sing all day |
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Record and play |
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Drums and bass, and a guitar |
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Will there be peace in the world, |
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Or will violence always own the truth? |
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There's a bird singing at my window |
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And it's singing an irresponsible tune |
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An irresponsible tune |
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An irresponsible tune |
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