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 Judge em on the come up,It's bound to be your bad luck
 Instantly running ways to survive,
 You judge a man by the risk he takes
 Change his faith and place himself
 Up in the dreamscape,
 Free from the trappings
 The flesh will trap him,
 The flesh will tap him
 And these lights look bright in the city
 And one day this might be his city
 He got more dreams than Luther King,
 The pipes of peace might˙ do for him
 But some get peace by keeping the peace,
 In easy reach and being quick to squeeze
 The role takes a hold of you,
 Becomes the whole of you,
 You're˙ looking at the stolen youth,
 The egg, the clucker and the golden goose.
 The role takes a hold of you,
 Becomes the whole of you,
 You're˙ looking at the stolen youth,
 The egg, the clucker and the golden goose.
 Honour among thieves is the talk of a fool
 The only protection is the talk of your tool
 Decent people just stand by watching pure
 Disbelieving happy it's not him
 How long does the madness last
 How long is a piece of string
 Your better off being mad as a...
 And then you wont have to face a thing
 Run and hide a french kiss to chaos
 Standing firm and waiting for the pay off
 These are˙ those types of days
 Where it aint no use in being afraid
 The game played here cuts strings it's rules
 The game played here has a couple of rules
 The pain is life, the pain˙ is death
 It's plain as life, it's plain as breath
 The role takes a hold of you,
 Becomes the whole of you,
 You're˙ looking at the stolen youth,
 The egg, the clucker and the golden goose.
 The role takes a hold of you,
 Becomes the whole of you,
 You're˙ looking at the stolen youth,
 The egg, the clucker and the golden goose.
 
 
		
		
	
 
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