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| Dickinson / Gers | 5:36 |
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We live our lives in fever
In a choking sweat of fear
In the heat of the night you can
feel so much
In the heat of the night I scream
«Don’t touch!»
I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night… bodies aflame
We live in fever…
I hear your secret heartbeat
I can hear your silent cries
The kids have lost their freedom
And nobody cares till somebody
famous dies…
I remember a time when we
used and abused
And fought all our battles in vain
I remember a time we thought that
passion was free
In the heart of the night… bodies aflame
Now we live, in a world of uncertainty
Fear is the key — to what you want to be
You don’t get a say the majority
gets its way
You’re outnumbered by the bastards
till the day you die…
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