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Lyrics:
I hear the sound, it's going through my brain I hear talking, I feel the falling rain I see a youngman's crying, cause the whole world let'm down I see a youngman's crying, staring at the cold cold ground My mind is like a script, in a club that's wone on wine Can't see, can't think, can't feel, I'm out of time I'm up, I'm down, tell me; where will it end? On this carroussel; tell me; when will it end? (Break.....)
I see fire and rain and bloodshit all around And it's keep going into my brain, I hear the sound I hear talkin' of people, the whole world is goin' insane And all that is left is the falling rain All that is left is the falling rain All that is left is the falling rain.....etc....
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