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Lyrics: 

Get up, cut up, cut off 
Is it over? have you had enough?
Tell them who kicked him first 
And how You ran before your knuckles burst 
It’s strange to be alive 
When The city works behind broken eyes 
Say it now your spirits sown 
Say it now that it’s all you own 

20 years in purgatory 
20 more if you set him free 
Guilty for being seen 
Make him pay for speaking, make him pay 
It’s strange when you realise 
This city sleeps behind broken eyes 
Say it now your spirits sown
Sometimes you’re wrong kid 
Sometimes 


Just tell him what he’s worth 
Don’t tell him how it ends 
He likes the surprise 
Tell him what he’s done 
Send a man to die for the cuts in his eyes

Sour (demo)

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