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Текст песни "Exiles" |
Shots are filled and boredom killed
The last chance purple of dawn
Pagan roads and catacombs
Lost on the way to the heart
Bar souls and shifty eyes
Grievances to the government
San Francisco and New York, NY
The best religion is faith in man
Too far along to let alone
Chasing a world to call your own
The sting of mortality
A reminder renewal only happens within
The damage has been determined
There's a different set of rules closing in
History repeats while the sick machine roars
Hustlers and wolves walk freely through the door
But when you go leave a smile on your face
We're exiles now pulling out of this place
Too far along to let alone
Chasing a world to call our own
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