As I look back my anger turns to rage
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These eyes become the windows to a cage
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Peace? When has peace had its page?
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Nothing but the same old story
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As I look back, it looks me in the face
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Once small step means McDonald's in space
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To sleep soundly is to know your place
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Nothing but the same old story
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Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled
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Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled
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As I look back every killer has his day
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Little Boy, Fat Man and Enola Gay
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In God we trust and bombs away
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Nothing but the same old story
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As I look back my anger turns to hate
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Six million Jews just to test my faith
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The voice of reason is a limited trait
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Nothing but the same old story
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Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled
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Sometimes I feel like the roof of the world
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Crashed down on my head and crumbled
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As I look back it looks me in the face
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Our legacy is a lesson in waste
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Of things to come maybe just a taste
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And all for the greater glory
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And all for the greater glory
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And all for the greater glory
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Roof Of The World
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| One Minute Silence |
