So close so far away suspected so you say Theyґve got a place for me Iґm a displaced society. Iґm not looking for compensation I want some justice Tell you what they want from me Blood, death and taxes. Fed up - My hands are tied Frustrated - Down the line Busted and out of time. How could I have been so blind. They wonґt fuckinґ rest until Iґm dead
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