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I try everyday
To think of something deep to say
Cause I would like to find the words
That deserve to be heard
Sounds like words are out of style
Silence beckons down the murder mile
Ill keep on talking to the hand
In a language I dont understand
If I am an extra in the film of my own life
Then who the hell is the director
If I am an extra in the film of my own life
Then would someone please turn of the cameras
And show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
I try every night
Not to argue not to fuss and fight
But theres a right in my head
Streets are bleeding in democracy it's death
Lets fight until the end of days
Lets destroy and lets devastate
We keep on talking to the hand
In a language we dont understand
If I am an extra in the film of my own life
Then who the hell is the director
If I am an extra in the film of my own life
Then would someone please turn of the cameras
And show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
Show me how to live
I try everyday
To think of something deep to say