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Текст (слова) песни: James Lynn Strait - The Box
Yesterday when I was just a boy in times of youthful hero worship
My kind have been molded by images on the screen
Brought up to emulate the big guns
Another guest on deaths best show
The influence cuts deeper than mom knows
Electric waves the demons fly
Now could we just be bred to kill or die
There must be something else
The blame I place on myself
Behind tired eyes the demons stir
The tears go uncried
In the box - doin time
Now that Im grown
Abandoned childhood toys
But still what danger have I retained?
To grab the brass ring
& go in for the kill & covet the goods you know dem got for murder
In the box - doin time
& the minds are locked down
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