LYRIC



Hey soldier, your toga
Is tucked into your undies, at the back
I don’t want to fear anymore
Cos I don’t want to fight it anymore

Hey buddy can you spare me a dime
Romans, countrymen, seamsters, take back your ears
Cos I don’t want to hear it anymore
Cos I don’t want to hear anymore

And I know the smell of fear, but I run the race
And the fear of knowing that made me lose my place
And I know the camera lies but deceit obtained
As the lucky numbers crunch to fill the space

And I know the smell of fear, but I run the race
And the fear of knowing that made me lose my place
And I know the camera lies but deceit obtained
And I know the truth can lie in the name of place
As the lucky numbers crunch to fill the space
And the fear of knowing that made me lose my place
And I know the smell of fear, but I run the race
And I know the camera lies but deceit obtained
As the lucky numbers crunch to fill the space
And I know the smell of fear, but I run the race
And I know the truth can lie in the name of place
And the fear of knowing that made me lose my place
And I know the camera lies but deceit obtained

This is cold feeling

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