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Every single story told is a weapon of war, |
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I won't patronise with hope, scratch slogans on your walls |
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We could bargain for more. |
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Or watch standards surely fall. |
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It's a criminal defeat, we're always bruised but never sore. |
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Never sore |
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So always know |
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That I got control |
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I got control of my little life |
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I'm comfortable |
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A pill bitter to the taste, that I swallowed by mistake, |
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An assumed ignorance won't be an excuse I'll ever make. |
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So I'm spinning towards the shore |
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Full of tales of foreign wars |
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Trying hard to see the part of death you're celebrating |
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I got control |
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I got contol of my little life |
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I'm comfortable |
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I own the world |
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I've got the right to sneer at men I'll never know |
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I own the world |
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I got control |
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The beginning is tied into the end |
