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zuò cí : Kiske |
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Now it' s time, to shake it all up to be free |
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Now it' s time, to make us some room to let us be |
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Oh, it feels so bad |
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Yes it feels so bad |
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When everything good looks so bad |
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When everything right goes so wrong |
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I am up, to break all down what' s in my way |
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I won' t stop, until |
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I am where |
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I' m gonna stay |
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No one holds me back, no, no one holds me back |
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Don' t wanna be what |
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I' m notBut it' s gotta be, be myself who breaks my neck |
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I look here and you look there |
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I know it' s got to be somewhere |
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We look around and search around |
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And walk around and hear around |
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We keep on looking ' till we know what for |
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If you don' t know it, |
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I don' t know it |
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We don' t know it, who will know it? |
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All of us don' t know what we should know |
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Maybe one day we' ll know |
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But anyway we' ve got to make a stop |
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Over my head |
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Look over my head you won' t see no halo |
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It' s driving me mad |
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I must hold it back inside |
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When the sinner searches a sin, it' s all of us |
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When we finally search inside, it' s under us |
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We keep on looking anyway |
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If we don' t find it who must pay |
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All I' ve ever done |
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I' ve done for you |
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In my mind, the battle goes on ' till |
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I give upWill we find, the key of live we once have dropped? |
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Do you really care? |
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Tell me you really care? |
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You may find |
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Mr. BlameBut the guilt of life burns everywhere |
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Give me light to see my inside |
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Give me light to see my sin |
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I' d never do what |
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I regretI' ve never done anything bad |
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You must be joking when you point at me |
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Hey! Don' t you blame me! |
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Don' t you touch me |
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Won' t you ever leave me be? |
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I wanna live! don' t wanna think |
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Why should |
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I give what |
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I can drink? |
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Man! Life is short so |
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I take what |
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I needOver my head |
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Look over my head you won' t see no halo |
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It' s driving me mad |
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I must hold it back inside |
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When the sinner searches a sin, it' s all of us |
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When we finally search inside, it' s under us |
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We keep on looking anyway |
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If we don' t find it who must pay |
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All I' ve ever done |
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I' ve done for you |
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Pain! I feel inside is such a |
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Shame! No one fights fair, but who' s to |
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Blame! Might be game of life but it ain' t over |
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Now! I walk my way firm any |
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How! My conscience speaks and there are |
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Doubts! But nothing' s sure in life |
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And it ain' t over now |
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I look here and you look there |
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I know it' s got to be somewhere |
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We look around and search around |
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And walk around and hear around |
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We keep on looking ' till we know what for |
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If you don' t know it, |
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I don' t know it |
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We don' t know it, who will know it? |
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All of us don' t know what we should know |
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Maybe one day we' ll know |
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But anyway we' ve got to make a stop |
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Over your head |
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Look over your head you won' t see no halo |
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It' s driving you mad |
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You must hold it back inside |
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When the sinner searches a sin, it' s all of us |
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When we finally search inside, it' s under us |
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We keep on looking anyway |
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If we don' t find it who must pay |
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All I' ve ever done |
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I' ve done for you |