Doom No Free
It's cold my skin it's hot in my heart
The people collide
The music in my ear. The people crying
A clamor for reform
The people crying. Take me to the other place
A painted black
I know we - haven't long
I thought - I thought that I have the answer
It was questions. I had wrong
The peopel crying
A clamor for reform. The people crying
Take me to the other place
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When they pulled. The four walls down
Take me to - Take me to the other place
No free - No free
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