(Brewster-Neeson-Brewster)
He comes from a wasteland where stones misdeed into the night
they pretend they feed him, then shoot him down in the
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They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
dressing you up in a straight jacket
Wearing his straight jacket, taking his pay back in scars
she lies beside him and tells him that life's not too hard
They're putting words in your mouth so you talk like them
dressing you up in a straight jacket
Caught by the fear and the anger of all you despise
wanting the feeling of eden, you've learnt how to die
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