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• Текст, перевод и аккорды “Cut Down”

• I see right through your mind I see your kind, I know your game Surviving on the soul of a song Please tell me how you escape From the guilt that should eat at your mind When you lay down to sleep So many precious lives lost Picking up the shattered dreams broken by you You'll be cut down to size when we're done with you When you're cut down to size we will look down on you Why is life a game where we are forced to play I think it's safe to assume Don't feed off a loss or a win The reward is to survive As you breathe you abuse the gift of life Inhaling hope into your black heart No guilt no shame once again empty words are to blame

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