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There´s a price to pay, for what your wanna say Another revolution, there´s no solution In the summertime, in the streets of crime want a situation, one of desperation. I´ve got, you´ve got Who´s got the right to say - what´s for me I´ve got, you´ve got - we´ve got an enemy. There´s no sympathy, a world of apathy In the name of peace, there´s no relief Where did time go, on death row From Letras Mania