Born from some mother's womb,
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Just like any other room.
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Made a promise for a new life.
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Made a victim out of your life.
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When your time's on the door,
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And it drips to the floor,
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And you feel you can touch,
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All the noise is too much,
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And the seeds that are sown,
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Are no longer your own.
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Just a minor operation,
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To force a final ultimatum.
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Thousand words are spoken loud,
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Reach the dumb to fool the crowd.
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When you walk down the street,
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And the sound's not so sweet,
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And you wish you could hide,
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Maybe go for a ride,
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To some peep show arcade,
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Where the future's not made.
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A nightmare situation,
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Infiltrate imagination,
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Smacks of past Holy wars,
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By the wall with broken laws.
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The leaders of men,
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Born out of your frustration.
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The leaders of men,
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Just a strange infatuation.
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The leaders of men,
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Made a promise for a new life.
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No saviour for our sakes,
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To twist the internees of hate,
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Self induced manipulation,
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To crush all thoughts of mass salvation.
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Leaders Of Men
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Joy Division |