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I could be wrong... |
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I could be gone... |
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Who are you to call yourself a friend of mine |
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When you choose to ignore all the signs |
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When even enemies turned and stuck out their hands |
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You decided against and burned your last chance |
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Why did it have to take this long |
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To realize that bastards are gone |
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Why could you not keep up the pace |
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Rather than to succumb to disgrace |
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Strengthen your colours |
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And show your true face |
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Why did it have to take this long... |
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(Chorus:) |
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Draw me down until I hit the ground |
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Try to make me weak and consume my peace |
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Satisfy all your needs, feel the great relief |
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Strengthen your colours |
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And show your true face |
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Why did it have to take this long... |
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(Chorus:) |
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Draw me down until I hit the ground |
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Try to make me weak and consume my peace |
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Satisfy all your needs, feel the great relief |
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So you may hold me down until I nearly drown |
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Break my strength and might, though it comes around |
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There's no place to be for you to feel free |
