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the True face in everyone, time after time True face in everyone, conscience can't lie True face in everyone, time after time True face in everyone,
You're so full of soul, You're so full of rage SPIRIT OF THE AGE Here comes the voodoo king, here comes a powerful man My face on every frontpage, my plans for everyone
unsafe Leavin' children to play caged and raged They hate, how come? Someone explain, why the good die young? Why the bad die slow and outlive everyone
with her as she is one with us It's unreal how she is treated so unjust As our planet grows smaller each and every day Everyone affecting everyone in
off. [Roxie Hart] - What's the idea? [Fred Casely] Wake up, kiddo, you aren't never gonna have an act. [Roxie Hart] Says who? [Fred Casely] Face it
last chance Our dying breath Last chance before the end Last chance our dying dayz Last chance to change our ways Last chance to overcome Last chance for everyone
stop pacing She never felt so alive Her thoughts are racing Set on overdrive It takes a village This she knows is true they're expecting
Your fallen leader to whom you serve Fanatics get what fanatics deserve Hating the world, idea that you eat You follow your icon who tasted defeat True
ghosts that will chase me forever And I remember, the things that were both good and bad And why we let it slip away And the things that made me angry, raged
to give Louise the star, she suspiciously resists, and he slaps her face - once again, in his inarticulate rage, failing to express his true feelings
time, a different page, when ignorance was all the rage I used to count my blessings to know you It??? mouths like yours that spread disease Everyone
a head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with
-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him
in circles it's pointless now, to tell the truth you're always (so) understanding of everyone you think the best since you say i'm nearly perfect even my rage
