This is the room, the start of it all,
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No portrait so fine, only sheets on the wall,
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I've seen the nights, filled with bloodsport and pain,
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And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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These are your friends from childhood, through youth,
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Who goaded you on, demanded more proof,
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Withdrawal pain is hard, it can do you right in,
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So distorted and thin, distorted and thin.
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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This is the car at the edge of the road,
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There's nothing disturbed, all the windows are closed,
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I guess you were right, when we talked in the heat,
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There's no room for the weak, no room for the weak.
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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This is the room, the start of it all,
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Through childhood, through youth, I remember it all,
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Oh, I've seen the nights filled with bloodsport and pain,
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And the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained, the bodies obtained.
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Where will it end? Where will it end?
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Day Of The Lords
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Joy Division |