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Текст (слова) песни: Front Line Assembly - Comatose
Here today Gone tomorrow What`s the flavor Can I borrow?
Beg or steal What`s the deal? Beats for the money He`s not real
Who stole by the hand Who stole by the hand
Like grains of sand We`re blown away A darkening sky We fade away Feeling sorrow Don`t mean a thing Fame and fortune Are everything
Bite the bullet See the man Feed his EGO (...)
No more time You feel the rhyme Afraid to speak The flavor`s weak
Life is cheap No time to speak Ride the wave No sync to slave
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