28 lyrics for "The end of an era"

Upon this nation Your lies despised Your law's the flaw By generations I'm gonna snap like I never have before I gotta rise, I'm sick of your lies And I won't be your scapegoat now Ain't gonna bend
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All through the night The day is my enemy, the night my friend For I'm always so alone 'Till the day draws to an end But when the sun goes down And the moon comes through To the monotone of the evening's drone I'm all alone with you I delight in your love
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Boomerang my head Forever a Lake Effect kid Again and again I got a pocket full of deadliness Opium den mother forget my head At the dead-end called Unsteadiness Into the city I grew up in To the city I grew up in (into the city I grew up in) Again and
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Can't we be friends He's going to turn me down and say I'll let her turn me down and say Though he gave me the air He was sigh and wonder why What a flop, this is how the story ends I thought I'd found the man of my dreams Now it seems, this is how the
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Standing at the end of The final masquerade The light on the horizon Was brighter yesterday Shadows floating over Skies begin to fade You said it was forever But then it slipped away Tearing me apart
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Love lies bleeding in my hands And love lies bleeding in my hand Oh it kills me to think of you with another man I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan But my guitar couldn't hold you so I split the band The roses in the window box Have
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Is it the end of an era? Is it the end of America? When the world was at war before We just kept dancing And we'll do it again Shake it up, throw your hands up and get loose Cut a rug, lean into the fucking youth Choreo, we just want the fucking truth
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I can’t believe that someone like you Surrenders every element of you And you abuse it So someone you love, you really love May never seen the wonderful in you Why, it’s why you do it Then I don’t know why they call you A dane when you look in the mirror
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I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel I was staring in my empty coffee cup I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin' All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles I'm gonna drink 'em up And if California slides into the ocean Like the mystics and
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