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No way out

Song of the day;;


It starts with pain. followed by hate
Fuelled by the endless questions
No one can answer
A stain covers your heart
Tears you apart just like a sleeping cancer

No, I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe that this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start?
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

Are you sane, where's the shame?
A moment of time passes by
You cannot rewind
Who's to blame and when did it start?
Is there a cure for your sickness, have you no heart?

No, I don't believe men are born to be killers
I don't believe that this world can't be saved
How did you get here and when did it start?
An innocent child with a thorn in his heart

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

There's a sickness inside you that wants to escape
It's a feeling you get when you can't find your way
So how many times must you fall to your knees?
Never, never, never, never, never do this again

It starts with pain, followed by hate
No, I don't believe men are born to be killers
And I don't believe this world can't be saved

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Losing control of our feelings
We all must be dreaming this life away

What kind of world do we live in
Where love is divided by hate?
Selling our souls for no reason
We all must be dreaming this life away
In a world so cold

In a world so cold

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