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We've got the symptoms of a cold war All of our troubles are make-believe We're dying on our own soil Calling our friends up to the teeth There's nothing for you, nothing for me Nothing for sale, nothing for free You wanna take my life and fade away We've got a battle of the ages Calling the cavalry through your phone An army of the shameless Walking the line, tipping the throne There'll be nothing for you, nothing for me Nothing to fear, nothing to see You wanna take my life and fade away From Letras Mania