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So close so far away suspected so you say They´ve got a place for me I´m a displaced society. I´m 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 won´t fuckin´ rest until I´m dead Aus Songtexte Mania