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Spinning over the island - Funeral for a Friend
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Spinning over the island Funeral for a Friend

Spinning over the island - Funeral for a Friend
It falls apart
Clockwork hearts, running out
Rusted needle in the vein
We all fall down

We find our place, in circuitry
We worship our gods, the tv screens
We substitute, our lives for another

It's kill or be killed
It's our nature
To give up control
It's our failure

Like young lovers planting seeds
It's anarchy, head down in shame
Seasons come and seasons go and
We grow old, never learn from our mistakes

Around the crown, we all fall down
Rusted people all in vain, corroding in the rain
A well-made dream, flog it down, destroyed it for you
Your time well spent, a living lie that covers everything

It's kill or be killed
It's our nature
To give up control
It's our failure
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