Turn the spotlights on the people
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Switch the dial and eat the worm
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Take your chances, kill the engine
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Drop your bombs and let it burn
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White flags shot to ribbons,
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The truce in Black and Burned.
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Shellshock in the kitchen.
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Tables overturned
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Back in the village again
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In the village,
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I’m back in the village again.
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Throwing dice now, rolling loaded
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I see sixes all the way,
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In a black hole and I’m spinning
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As my wings get shot away.
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Questions are a burden
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And answers are a prison for oneself
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Shellshock in the kitchen
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Tables start to burn.
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Back in the village again
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In the village,
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I’m back in the village again.
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No breaks on the inside,
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Paper cats and burning barns,
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There’s fox among the chickens,
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And a killer in the hounds.
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Questions are a burden
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And answers are a prison for oneself
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Shellshock in the kitchen
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Tables start to burn.
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Back in the village again
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In the village,
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I’m back in the village again.
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But still we walk into the valley
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And others try to kill the inner flame
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We’re burning brighter than before
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I don’t have a number, I’M A NAME!
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Back in the village again
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In the village
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I’m back in the village again
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Back in the village again
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In the village
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I’m back in the village
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Back in the village
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Back in the village again. |