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Broken Union
03:39
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Fucked up western world.
Modern times are just rubbish.
This old rage about estates.
This old rage, it’s not a real progress.
This old rage, this old rage, this old rage, now let’s come of age.
This old rage about unity.
This old rage, an intelligent program.
This old rage, this old rage, this old rage, now let’s come of age.
Cardboard Houses is just the way.
Just the way how the west was sold.
Just the way, just the way, just the way how the west was sold.
Fucked up western world.
Modern times are just rubbish.
The trouble’s in your head.
This old rage is drowning slowly.
Those cardboard houses is where you hail from.
Those cardboard houses is where you go.
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Devil's In The Details
03:12
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There are little devils in my head.
I’m growing old without someone knowing where I’m from.
I wouldn’t exist without you, but now, I’m running dry.
It’s vanished and gone.
Well there must be more than this, I’ve got it all, it’s my own gold.
Still I’m dreaming of trainwrecks in the restless veins of my heart.
No one seems pure hearted.
It’s written in my back pages.
Remember the old days,
Remember the ways where we could go.
Let’s sing like we’re the only ones.
We could change those sparks into flames.
So we could say.
Again, you don’t know where you’re tumbling from.
And it bothers you,
That all those plans are just cobwebs in the restless mind of you.
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No Disposable Minds
03:53
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I sympathize with outlaws, broken heroes and fallen angels.
A million voices waiting for their time to speak free.
Now don’t you turn away, even you can save the day.
No disposable minds.
When black and white becomes grey,
We’ll wave those blunt bastards away.
Wave goodbye to tolerance,
Wave goodbye to education.
How can you let this happen.
Strike against one society, where everyone’s the same.
Now don’t you turn away, even you can save the day.
No disposable minds.
When black and white becomes grey,
We’ll wave those blunt bastards away.
And who are you to tell,
To a million of people your way will work well.
How can you, let this happen,
How can you, look at it.
There’s no way out, we’re trapped in it, no way.
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