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I'm running out of my time, I'm running out of breath
And now it's getting so I can't sleep at night In the day, feel like death. I'm getting in far too deep, I feel them closing in I've got to say that I'm scared, I know they'll win Even so, I'm prepared. Do you believe, what you hear Can you believe, what you see Do you believe, what you feel Can you believe? What is real? Futureal What is real? Whenever anyone seems to treat me like a freak It makes me see I'm the only one who feels That I know what is real Sometimes it feels like a game of deadly hide and seek And when you're reading this, then I will be gone Maybe then, you will see. Do you believe, what you hear Can you believe, what you see Do you believe, what you feel Can you believe? What is real? Futureal What is real? Futureal |
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(Smith/Dickinson/Harris)
Love is a razor and I walked the line on that silver blade Slept in the dust with his daughter, her eyes red with The slaughter of innocence But I will pray for her I will call her name out loud I would bleed for her If only I could see her now Living on a razors edge Balancing on a ledge Living on a razors edge The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... The evil that men do lives on and on..... Circle of fire my baptism of joy at an end it seems The seventh lamb slain, the book of life opens before me But I will pray for you And some day I may return Don't you cry for me Beyond is where I learn |
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The freeway is jammed
and it's backed up for miles The car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch and a man on the edge Each step gets closer to losing his head Is someone in heaven are they looking down 'Cause nothing is fair just you look around Falling down Falling down Falling down... He's sick of waiting of lying like this There's a hole in the sky for the angels to kiss Branded a leper because you don't fit In the land of the free You can live by your wits Once he built missiles a nations defence Now he can't even give birthday presents Across the city he leaves in his wake A glimpse of the future a cannibal state Falling down Falling down Falling down... The freeway is jammed and its backed up for miles the car is an oven and baking is wild Nothing is ever the way it should be What we deserve we just don't get you see A briefcase, a lunch, and a man on the edge Each step gets closer to losing his head Is someone in heaven are they looking down Nothing is fair just you look around Falling down Falling down Falling down... Falling down Falling down Falling down... |
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