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| Post-war Blues retaliate, retribution revenge, revolution the signpost says I�m lost ripples in the poisoned water disturbing my face masquerade � it�s not me Someone cracked my head in it�s a sin the world seems to spin january flowers trambled by a soldier�s boot he�s wearing nice combat colours and my blood on his hands masquerade � it�s not who he really is our masquerade � our game playing dead it�s all gone no faces behind the masks no feelings beyond the pain no peace following the war restless soldiers looking for new fights masquerade we lost ourselves in our masquerade |
Unfinished (Bleeding) If you killed yourself you�d kill me too whatever they do don�t let them hurt us I�m bleeding my eyes are bleeding for you they may pull you away but they can�t keep us apart |
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| Ex-mas i miss the snow the symbol of my innocent childhood i miss the presents and the wonder they used to bring i miss christmas they may say that today is christmas that we should celebrate but i know inside today�s not christmas at all christmas died long ago today�s not christmas there�s no snow outside there�s no tree there�s no wonder anymore today�s just the day i miss christmas |
Murray To belong an outcast be strong die fast kill you before they kill me dying kill them before you kill me dying kill me before I kill already dead you made me live with it you�re to blame try and deny that? you rejected me taught me hate now I hate you gave me guns now I have guns you made me and you�ll die because of it |
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