Crawling ditches
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Searching for early days
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Look at this world
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It says clearly not for you
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It's not for pretty eyes
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You gonna take it
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It's pointing straight at you
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How alone you must be
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That you can't really feel
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Hopes of freedom you can't get out of head, you
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In this day lay standing in a crowd
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Screaming, screaming
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Reading wishes about lies, diseases
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It's making me feel sick and poor
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'Cause you gotta go, you gotta move
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You gotta have lot of goals
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Don't you ever lose this
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How alone you must be
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That you can't really feel
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Hopes of freedom you can't get out of head, you
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In this day lay standing in a crowd
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Screaming, screaming
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The wishes won't go any further
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How alone you must be
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That you can't really feel
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Hopes of freedom you can't get out of head, you
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In this day lay standing in a crowd
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Screaming, screaming
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Based On You
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| Ghost Brigade |
