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Where did it go wrong
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What happened here
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In a town without pity
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Paralyzed by our fear
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Confidence at a standstill
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Daylight only a smear
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Tension that you could handle
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Chokes the thick atmosphere
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No more slogans to shout
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No more visions to sell
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Just a ghost from the past
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Of the urge to rebel
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Like an etching of death
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Knocking at the front door
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Will the forces of peace
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Overcome even more
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Sin city
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Did we fail in a past life
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Do we have to be hurt
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By contempt for the humdrum
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Hungry still to subvert
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Do we seek the horizon
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Struggle on to be heard
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Standing up to be counted
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With our principles blurred
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Just too jaded to beg
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Passion left in the past
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Is it time to move on
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To surrender at last
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Must we really fight on
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When we don't give a damn
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Is it time for release
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For an end to this sham
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