To give what I got, to take what I need to live, it ain't easy for me,
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Darken my eyes, tell me lies, but all nice, tell me how I have to be,
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Get me in your foolish game, destroy my defence, lock me in,
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Throw me in your lion's cage, 'cos then I'm out of your way,
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Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
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Turn around to save your neck,
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'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
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Squeezed in a box, who'll win the race,
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Ask no questions in this case,
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What's left is only you and your illusions,
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Charity is all your duty, they preach you: sharing your goods is your pride,
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Patriotic-Love, kill the enemy first, I can hear the other side,
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What's the way out of this game? You'll either win or you lose,
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I run in circles, who's to blame? Is there a way I can choose?
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Cry with the wolves, run with the pack,
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Turn around to save your neck,
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'Cos someone always keeps you in confusion,
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Squeezed in a box, who'll win the race,
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Ask no questions in this case,
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What's left is only you and your illusions,
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I'm juggling on a rope without a net and hope,
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I keep my balance 'cos I see them smile with open jaws,
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And if I'm falling down, then I will soon be torn.
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A squabble over prey: who gets the best part out of me,
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To take the needle is a one-way trip without a coming back,
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You take it and you still will see reality'll make upon you.
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You Run With The Pack
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| Michael Kiske |
