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The year is 1991, it seems that freedom's dead and gone The power of the rich is held by few Keep the young ones paralized, educated by your lies Keep the old ones happy with the news Tell the singer
Gunshots shatter the peace of night it's just another fire fight for the people of this little town but for the dying soldier well, he's feeling ten years older as he's lying face down on the ground a
Dance Before the Storm These are dangerous time we live in I heard a man once say If you're prone to flights of fancy Your dreams can fly away See the sights around you Of breakdown and decay Wrought