How can you say,
that your thruth is better than ours
Shoulder to shoulder,
now brother we carry no arms
And the blind man sleeps
In the doorway his home
If only I had one enemy,
bigger than my apathy
I could have won
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But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I my dear
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