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• Artiste: One Strike Left
• Titre: Tabula Rasa
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Come, take my hand don't halt, we're out for trouble take the stairs up to the rooftop down there lies the city we once built look at the streets they're cramped with dirt and rubble brownfield sites of our society the proof of our guilt so much went wrong so many times we lost our way for far too long we're waiting for a better day you've got the matches i'll bring the kerosene tonight we'll burn this city down till nothing remains leave all our vices right behind don't need 'em no more and when the rain begins to fall the flood will wash away all the smoldering ruins tonight we'll burn this city down and nothing remains the match hits ground and fast the fire's spreading hungry flames enlight the pavement reflected by the tears in your eyes i'll take your hands they're burned and need some vetting scars will stay as a reminder we've paid the price perverted dreams through pink glasses they're shining bright but eyed up somehow it all won't fit in right let's pull the trigger we'll start from scratch again tonight we'll burn this city down till nothing remains leave all our vices right behind don't need 'em no more and when the rain begins to fall the flood will wash away all the smoldering ruins tonight we'll burn this city down and nothing remains and when the rain will stop to fall there will be no regrets looking back we'll head for a brand new day