I wanna scream, scream, scream
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Oh for this to end
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I wanna let love flow, through my fingers and out of my hands
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And I wanna let that love fill up the hearts of men
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Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land
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Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made
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Will time sit still, or will it change
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Oh and if all that happens now is to remain
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I think we best start
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Counting down the days
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I wanna scream, scream, scream
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Oh so you can hear
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The truth it covers you, don't shake it off
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The picture's clear
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It's painted red, red, all red and lined with tears boy
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I know it's hard to see
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When you're so consumed with fear
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I know it's hard to see
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When you're so consumed with fear oh
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made
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Will time sit still, or will it change
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Oh and if all that happens is to remain
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I think we best start counting down the days
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Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray
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It all falls into place
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Because I wonder what will come of all we've made
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Will time sit still, or will it change
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Oh and if all that happens now is to remain
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I think we best start counting down the days
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Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray
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It all falls into place
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But if all that happens now is to remain
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I think we best start counting down the days
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Counting down the days
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Counting down the days
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Painted Red
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