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**** the lights, stop the show We'll make it rain, make it snow Calling off this dreadful act Truth a lie, this is fact Hold your breath, stop the pulse What's true today, yesterday false Advancement in theory, step back in reality Repulsive to me, fits your morality Never to see, never to hear **** your neighbors whilst driven by fear If no one knows, no one cares So hide the facts, and call it fair (This is the day I die, The day I'm forgotten, And the day I'm born anew)
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
Chance of Regret
**** the lights, stop the show We'll make it rain, make it snow Calling off this dreadful act Truth a lie, this is fact Hold your breath, stop the pulse What's true today, yesterday false Advancement in theory, step back in reality Repulsive to me, fits your morality Never to see, never to hear **** your neighbors whilst driven by fear If no one knows, no one cares So hide the facts, and call it fair (This is the day I die, The day I'm forgotten, And the day I'm born anew)
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May 18, 2010
May 18, 2010 at 9:47 AM UTC
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