We live on borrowed time, hope turned to dust,
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Nothing is forgiven we fight for every crust.
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The way we are is not the way we used to be my friend,
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All things come to he who waits, the waiting never ends.
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We are the chosen few; we are the frozen crew,
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We don't know what to do, just wasting time.
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We don't know when to quit, we don't have room to spit,
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But we'll get over it, get back in line.
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Stuck here ten thousand years, don't know how to act,
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Everything forgotten, specially the facts.
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The way we live is running scared; I don't like it much,
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All things come to he who waits but these days most things suck.
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We are the chosen ones, we don't know right from wrong,
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We don't know what's going on, don't know enough to care.
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We are the dogs of war; don't even know what for,
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But we obey the law, get back in line.
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We are trapped in luxury, starving on parole,
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No one told us who to love, we have sold our souls.
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Why do we vote for faceless dogs? We always take the bait.
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All things come to he who waits, but all things come too late.
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We are the sacrifice, and we don't like advice,
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We always pay the price, pearls before swine.
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Now we are only slaves, already in our graves,
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And if you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.
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If you think that Jesus saves, get back in line.
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Get back in Line
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| Motorhead |
