It doesn't matter if we all die
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Ambition in the back of a black car
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In a high building there is so much to do
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Going home time
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A story on the radio
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Something small falls out of your mouth
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And we laugh
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A prayer for something better
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A prayer
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For something better
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Please love me
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Meet my mother
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But the fear takes hold
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Creeping up the stairs in the dark
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Waiting for the death blow
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Waiting for the death blow
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Waiting for the death blow
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Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
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Fighting for freedom on television
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Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
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Have we got everything?
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She struggles to get away...
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The pain
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And the creeping feeling
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A little black haired girl
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Waiting for Saturday
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The death of her father pushing her
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Pushing her white face into the mirror
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Aching inside me
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And turn me round
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Just like the old days
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Just like the old days
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Just like the old days
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Just like the old days
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Caressing an old man
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And painting a lifeless face
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Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
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The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
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All shadows and deliverance
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Under a black flag
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A hundred years of blood
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Crimson
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The ribbon tightens round my throat
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I open my mouth
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And my head bursts open
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A sound like a tiger thrashing in the water
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Thrashing in the water
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Over and over
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We die one after the other
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Over and over
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We die one after the other
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One after the other
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One after the other
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One after the other
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One after the other
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It feels like a hundred years
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A hundred years
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A hundred years
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A hundred years
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A hundred years
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One hundred years
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One Hundred Years
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| Cure |
