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I get the feeling when the day is getting late I hear the sound of heavy breathing rising from the sewer grate I hear the bastards I hear the bastards I hear the bastards They're coming faster again I feel them drift like sand I say I feel them drift like sand I hear the bastards I hear the bastards Got no compassion I hear the bastards again Why so many faces in the crowd? Why so many lost and never found? I hear the I hear the I hear the I hear the bastards I hear the bastards They're coming faster I hear the bastards I hear the Letras de cancionesI hear the I hear the I hear the Again Why so many faces in the crowd? From Letras Mania