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All Is Fair

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 10.09.2012

(Verse)
Close the blinds
Sundown the sun
Better run and hide
Here they all come
With the hate in their eyes
Lies on their tongues
So we stand and fight
An army of one
Uh-uhh
Everybody wants to rule the world it seems
If they fire first you know what this means

(Chorus)
This is war
They don't really care about us
Don't worry about the rules
Got nothing left to lose
This is war

(Refrain)
All is fair
We don't care
All is fair
We don't care

(Verse)
Sky's so gray
We fight through the rain
We've been hurt so long
We can't feel the pain
Breaking down the walls
With our bare hands
Every stone you threw at us
Becomes ammunition, for us
No one turning back
Show them what we've made of
Yeah
So we fire first
Ask questions later

(Chorus)
This is war
They don't really care about us
No they don't
Don't worry about the rules
Got nothing left to lose
This is war

(Refrain)
All is fair
We don't care
All is fair
We don't care
We don't care

(Bridge)
Too much at stake to be afraid
Put on your armor let us pray
We'll live to fight another day

(Chorus)
This is war
They don't really care about us
No they don't
Don't worry about the rules
Got nothing left to lose
This is war

(Refrain)
All is fair
We don't care
All is fair
We don't care

(Refrain)
All is fair
We don't care
All is fair
We don't care


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