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When cries for help go unanswered
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if were waiting here for nothing
'Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But well never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something
And signal fires just burn and burn
We wonder if were waiting here for nothing
'Cause our lips are sewn our ears are filled
With the constant drone of the unfulfilled
But well never fall if we stand for something
We stand for something
Annons