Mother hides her face.
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She drops to her knees, her sacrifice complete.
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The last of her line.
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What's left of her name?
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Nothing will ever be the same.
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I'm not sorry for what I had to do.
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It must be done.
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You know g'd rewards the winner.
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Now I'm on my knees again, give me strength to win.
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If I stop to listen,
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I hear "Voices" in the wind.
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"Shoot him!" They say,
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Who will be the killer?
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Who will be the winner?
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"Shoot him!"
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Who will be the killer?
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Can't give in!
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You know you can't begin to imagine where I've been,
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until you've walked a while in my shoes.
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Surrounded and outnumbered.
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Children wearing bombs?
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I'm crying.
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Oh, now I can't stop to sympathize.
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Would you trade your eyes for mine?
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I'll give you more time to answer.
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I'll give you some time to rethink.
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But there's never time when the bullets are flying.
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You duck your head and hit the ground!
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"Shoot him"! Yeah!
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Who will be the killer?
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Who will be the winner?
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"Shoot him!" Yeah,
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I've got to be the killer!
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I've got to LIVE!
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They say hit the ground hard when you feel it.
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Open your eyes so you can see it.
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Don't try to think just believe it.
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Then you'll know you're not dreaming!
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"Shoot him!" Yeah,
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Who will be the killer?
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Am I dreaming?
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The Killer
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Queensryche |