i got this feeling they they're gonna come back for more
see i was thinking that i lost my mind
but it's been getting to me all this time
and it don't stop dragging me down
silently reflection turns my world to stone
patiently correction leaves us all alone
and sometimes i'm travelling
but tonight this engine's failing
i still hear the children playing
dead beat dancers come to us and stay
cause i don't care where you've been
and i don't care what you've seen
we're the ones who still believe
and we're looking for a page
in that lifeless book of hope
where a dream might help you cope
where the bushes and the bombs
are tranquilized
tranquilize, the killers
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