So here I am asked myself once again:
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Who gives the air that I am breathing?
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Never took the easiest way
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Never chose the easiest day
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Couldn? find a cause to blame
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Always got the cash to pay
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Always found the games to play
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Sometimes had a beast to tame
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Why don? you hear my voice?
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Did you accept my choice?
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Your hope of life dried out
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When I realised my ame:
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Hollowed ne thy name
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Had enough of confidence
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Held the name of innocence
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I ruled the land of pain
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My law was insecure
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My punishment for sure
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Who played the masters game?
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I could not hear your voice?
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Never accept your choice
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Your chance of life dried out
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When I justify my aim:
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Hollowed be thy name
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Cold were the days
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Lost in your memory
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Cold was reality
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Cold were the days
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After our souls had to realise two games
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Hollowed be thy name
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Hollowed Be Thy Name
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| Mob Rules |
