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Light on light out
05:06
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me, I control that way
I clap my hands and it goes away
we are forced to walk a path that is not ours
we are pushed and we are shoved to complete our tasks
in the midst of all our pain, I discovered a power
one that forced a whole regime to cower
stab the knife into me
try to twist it, try to turn it
tear the soul out of me
try to to quash it, try to burn it
I clap- you let go of me
eyes are frozen, lack of motion
clap twice- you don’t exist
what was horrid, no longer solid
LIGHT OUT!
me, I set us free
our captors now the recent deceased
I clap once, light on, light on
I clap twice, light out, light out
our foes are dropping like flies as we run for the door
we are no longer slaves any more
stab the knife into me
try to twist it, try to turn it
tear the soul out of me
try to to quash it, try to burn it
I clap- you let go of me
eyes are frozen, lack of motion
clap twice- you don’t exist
what was horrid, no longer solid
(intsru bridge)
I clap once, light on, light on
I clap twice, light out, light out
I clap once, light on, light on
I clap twice, light out, light out
I clap once, light on, light on
I clap twice, light out, light out
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locked inside my little room
my sanity had left too soon
opened the window and the doors
I cleaned the table and the floors
the invite looms, then we are doomed
the candles lit, the lamp is dimmed
all the crap is rightly binned
I sit and wait for it to come
my apprehension makes me numb
Hey, this person comes today
gotta clean this mess away
oh, this person comes tonight
the wind starts blowing hard outside
excitement burning up my mind
the feast is ready, the wine is poured
there comes a knock upon the door
the night is set, there’s no regret
I met them on, the internet
I walk along the winding hall
it won’t be long until they call!
Hey, this person comes today
gotta clean this mess away
oh, this person comes tonight
I’ll leave my persona outside...
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3. |
Between the gates
04:52
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This man that stands in the queue
this man that steps on the bus
this man that sits next to you
he’s gonna blow us all up
Struggling, you’re holding his hands
he’s got some sticks on his chest
his thumb is holding the catch
he screams his cause in protest
In the Aura- you look in his eyes
All the bloodshed, seen through his life- oo-oh
The mirror’s two way- in yours he sees
Love extinguished- by his beliefs- oo-oh
A bomb exploded today
south of the capital cross
the victims cannot be named
sadly ten lives had been lost
(End bridge)
and this is happening here,
and this is happening there.
and this is happening here,
and this is happening everywhere!!
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get your drinks and hammer them down
it’s time to hit the new side of town
there’s a club where everyone goes
it stinks of sweat so follow your nose
she’s so hot as she moves on the floor
bringing guys right through the front door
the mix of drink and uncooked kebab
makes her chuck right up, the dirty old skag
THEY ALL COME HERE
DANCE AROUND AFTER YOU’VE BOUGHT A BEER
THEY ALL COME HERE, THEY ALL COME HERE!
he’s the man who sticks out his chest
testosterone oozes from his vest
he sticks his hand up high in the air
dances like a chicken till everyone’s scared
(solo)
get your drinks and stack them all up
it’s time to leave this sad little club
you hate that place but you will pretend
to love it, so you’ll go back again!
THEY ALL COME HERE
DANCE AROUND AFTER YOU’VE BOUGHT A BEER
THEY ALL COME HERE, THEY ALL COME HERE!
THEY ALL COME HERE
SAME OLD PEOPLE EVERY WEEK, HELL, EVERY YEAR!
THEY ALL COME HERE, THEY ALL COME HERE!
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