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PETER LEO RICKARD WICHERS, SVEN MORTEN RAGNAR KARLSSON, BJOERN OVE INGEMAR STRID
Tell it to me now,
Close your eyes
'Cause they don't feel a fucking thing
You gotta memorize what you felt
When you lost your wings
Your line is mesmerized,
Condition's paralyzed
Your chance to live is emphasized
Nor a truth nor a lie
Burn your flag, figure
The disciples of God want you to die
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Caught in the hands of a human lie
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Give it up,
Never stop till he hits the ground
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The fifth wheel in a cynical time
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They won't stop, they won't stop
'Til he hits the ground
Their eyes are shut side by side
And you can't do a single thing
They will cease their time passing by
Sucking blood out of kings
It's such a drag,
I can't do nothing always there
I feel my welfare's burning