Mark these words and hear their truth
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You mean nothing to me
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Your handshakes to play fake make me want to scream
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The engine runs harder than your lies never could
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Than your lies ever could
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Just to mark these words
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What price do we pay for something that we give away?
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To reclaim what we have lost
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Never to be found
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[x2]
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Thieves stealing the beating heart of our art
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And trample it into dust
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Like lifelines and hard times
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There are enough to go around
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Break the back of this slavery
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We are nothing but cattles
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Another sale in the marketplace
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There's enough to go around
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What price do we pay for something that we give away?
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To reclaim what we have lost
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Never to be found
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[x2]
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We disengage
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Nothing left to say (nothing left to say)
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To hold us down (nothing left to say)
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To hold us down (we disengage)
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What price do we pay for something that we give away?
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To reclaim what we have lost
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Never to be found
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[x2]
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No Honour Among Thieves
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| Funeral For A Friend |
