I see the rifles coming over the hill
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And if you shout maybe they stop and won¡¯t kill
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But if they think like me
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You¡¯ll be as dead as he
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I see the lion crawling over your bed
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And if you stay awake, your walk in lead
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To what you know will be
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Never lets you breathe
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I see no color in your eyes
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I see no images at all
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I see no color in your eyes
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And no reflections no earth or sky
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I won¡¯t let you take him away
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And I won¡¯t give to you the fires of hate
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So I will never see
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What you¡¯ve done to me
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I see no color in your eyes
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I see no images at all
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I see no color in your eyes
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And no reflections no earth or sky
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Now you come alive
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With the world at your side
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Now you come alive
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With the world at your side
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I see the rifles coming over the hill
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And if you shout maybe they stop and won¡¯t kill
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But if they think like me
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You¡¯ll be as dead as he, hesitating
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I see no color in your eyes
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I see no images at all
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I see no color in your eyes
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And no reflections no earth or sky
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Now you come alive
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With the world at your side
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Now you come alive
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With the world at your side
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Rifles
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| B.R.M.C. (Black Rebel Motorcycle Club) |
