الكلمات الأصلية
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Living a life without a trace
That makes you a bandit of our time
Lies always show themselves someday
So you better run, better run, run away
You´ve laughed at the face of fear
But fear always calls out your name
Far cry, sleepless nights, the giant´s getting blind
The land is lost, we made a hell from heaven
City´s the jungle of a dome
That´s living for spreading evil around
We can´t even think of get out of home
A peaceful day turns to a nightmare you know
Once they told me that this place was free
But now the wings of freedom were cut
