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On my way to the cage
I'm getting taught a lesson
On my way to the cage
I'm choking on the medicine
On my way to the cage
I'm stepping hard on four leaf clovers
On my way to the cage
I'm learning the same thing over and over
On my way to the cage
The taste of blood is in my mouth
On my way to the cage
The fear is in their eyes
On my way to the cage
My animal blood is pure
On my way to the cage
No regrets and no last words
(Chorus)
On the way to the cage
I heard the crowd roar
Thoughts of you were long behind me
I couldn't
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again coldness is giving way
makes me smell the breath of may
again wafting near what makes me scream
fear is fighting, fighting the green
fear is fighting, fighting the green
fighting the green...
and again and again i feel this shooting pain
and again hide bmyself behind a wall of distain
reach for a saving hand and again
at the slightest touch in vain
and again and again in vain
and again and again in vain...
refusal of taking keeps me from giving
hence i'm not getting, hence i'm not living
seems to be my fate, to be my scheme
fear is fig
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Je le vois prenant ma main chaque jour de mes jours
Je le vois bien caressant mes cheveux
Je crois bien que ce voyage vaudrait le detour
Et puis surtout je crois bien que je veux
I see him taking my hand every day of my days
I see him clearly caressing my hair
I believe that this trip would worth the detour
And above all I believe that I want
Un amour pour moi
Comme un grand cadeau de la vie
Me réveiller un jour près de lui
Un amour pour moi
Comme un soleil après la pluie
Me réchauff
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Come to the land of pain
Of the things that always remain
Death and suffering will push hard
Setting you back to the start
Like the writings on the wall
Thought they were there
But they never were
Hate is the place I'm going to find
Vengeance is sweet to the vengeful mind
The clock is ticking with the urge to explode
Hell is my most traveled road
If I die, it won't be soon
If it is, you can come too
Lost my way, lost my mind
Lost the hand of time
I'm so sick of this,
Hope my mind don't split
Make a bloody mess
The unwillingness
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