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Cast off the crutch that kills the pain The Red Flag waving never meant the same The kids of tomorrow don't need today When they live in the sins of yesterday
: I feel trapped and it's all In my dirty hands These walls are closing in You always were so hard To please You thought you had me on My knees I think
: United's flag is deepest red, It shrouded all our Munich dead, Before their limbs grew stiff and cold, Their heart's blood dyed it's ev'ry fold.
Avanti o popolo alla riscossa bandiera rossa, bandiera rossa avanti o popolo alla riscossa bandiera rossa trionfera. Bandiera rossa la trionfera bandiera
Mired craft is now in sight With hunted ones The treasure that it yields Will be ours by the first streaks of dawn The Flag in which we fly It shows
All I need are simple things, complex concepts escape me... All I need are brand names and things to distract me... I need these things. I'm asleep
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you (repeat x 2) You- You're always there when I need you You- You always know how to get the
And i can't watch and i can't watch you you're gonna row row row our bo-o-oat into the lagoon and i can't watch no i can't watch you you're gonna row
You're gonna row row row our bo-o-oat into the lagoon and i can't watch no i can't watch you you're gonna row row row our bo-o-oat into the lagoon ah
Sad thought in my head can't put it to bed sad thought in my mind didn't want to find sad thought in my head can't put it to bed sad thought in my mind
This is a story about the beginning I don't care what they have said for all I know we could be dead take this chance and lead the way take me back
I don't care I don't care anymore (i care) I don't care (i'm so afraid) I don't care anymore (it's not gonna work out) and you, you can just fuck off
A bit of the old A bit of the old Ultra Violence A bit of the old A bit of the old Ultra Violence In a world, in a world of violent people can we live
I don't know if i should cry or if i should just hide break me take me mend me make me in the Nick of time i've never been so damn misunderstood my whole