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Текст (слова) песни: Front Line Assembly - Comatose
Here today
Gone tomorrow
What`s the flavor
Can I borrow?
Beg or steal
What`s the deal?
Beats for the money
He`s not real
Who stole by the hand
Who stole by the hand
Like grains of sand
We`re blown away
A darkening sky
We fade away
Feeling sorrow
Don`t mean a thing
Fame and fortune
Are everything
Bite the bullet
See the man
Feed his EGO
(...)
No more time
You feel the rhyme
Afraid to speak
The flavor`s weak
Life is cheap
No time to speak
Ride the wave
No sync to slave
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