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oh, what do you know,since there’s nothing above, there must be something below, but no, no don’t look down, ‘cos through the stories of war, flow the tears of a clownso take those pictures off the wall, no-one will believe you till your world starts to fall downand oh, what’s this I see, while you’re thinking ‘bout you, I’m busy thinking ‘bout me, and oh, what was that you said, these ain’t written for you, these are the songs for the deadstill you’re sitting there requesting for the right to cry, don’t look to me to wipe those tears from your eyeand now you’re at the wheel, they’ve uncovered your lies, now tell me how does that feel? and oh, what was that you said, these ain’t written for you, these are the songs for the deadso take those pictures off the wall, your force fed icons words they don’t mean nothin’ at all, and still you’re sitting there requesting for the right to die, well don't look to me to wipe those tears from your eye From Letras Mania