You´ve forgotten my warning
you´ve forgotten you´re weak
your place is nowher
there is no faith
inside the maze
I watch the dead girl
the
take me to the golden star
there´s no way that seems
We're troops of tomorrow,
We're hangin' round today.
We're playin' tough music,
tar is raining down
you reach out for the crown
the
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