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war is old so we don't feel it now we broke the berlin wall but we make no sound what's a word of truth when you can't be true to anyone or yourself anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts is our house still a box are we all still the same conversation's old make's my fingers numb i never know what to say marx and engels plays think i'll be ok cuz what's a word of truth when you can't be true to anyone or yourself anyone's got truth it's not the head that counts is our house still a box are we all still the same who is there left to blame are we all still the same i play the game hope that the day won't fade away still i play the game watching the day just fade away i stay awake hope that the day don't fade From Letras Mania