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Shed a thousand lights on me It makes no difference at all Because compromise is death And I plan on living Split a piece of wood and you'll see Turn a stone and behold something greater than yourself Oh, what a ride, the pain of the truth is as bad as deception Search yourself Tear the blinders all away to find a sinister resolve Behind the eyes of those that seem close Your rival, born to eradicate your rival You've got one shot, don't be late Your rival, born to eradicate your rival Before it's too late Run the horses onward, faster, faster, faster Aus Songtexte Mania