(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the night
they pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in the
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They`re putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
dressing you up in a straight jacket
Wearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scars
she lies beside him and tells him that life`s not too hard
They`re putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
dressing you up in a straight jacket
Caught by the fear and the anger of all you despise
wanting the feeling of eden, you`ve learnt how to die
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