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Echoes ride, traps this crazy horse on
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Through attack and suicide of horse
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Only leaving chaos in his way now,
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Got a sack with no remorse.
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And I hear, yes, it¡¯s screaming out in pain.
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Full up to the grim ones satisfy you
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Too much is never quite enough.
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And it¡¯s one for one, every man for himself.
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It¡¯d be fun when the world is yours to sell.
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And all the bounds in the city,
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And all the room no more,
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There¡¯s a reckoning call.
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No shame and no pity
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As far as I can see
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Look what you¡¯ve done
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Take a look at what you¡¯ve done.
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Won¡¯t let her up, every man for himself
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You don¡¯t give a damn, when the world is yours to sell.
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The world is yours to sell.
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The World Is Yours
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| The Union |
