All this little things
All this little things that
All this little things that I used to know
All this little things that
All this little things that I used to know
They will never shot me down
They will never shot me down
Even if the circus comes to town
And the famine hits the ground
I won't live by their bread
I won't live by their bread
All this little tricks
All this little lies
All this little tricks that I used to know
They will never shot me down
They will never shot me down
Even if the circus comes to town
And the famine hits the ground
I won't live by their bread
I won't live by their bread
I won't live by their show
I won't live by their control
I won't live by their show
I won't live by their control
My bread is not from here
I don’t belong this crowd
My bread is not from here
I don’t belong to this crowd
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