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I see no signs of love, I see no easy cure.
No cause for rejoice, no free or easy voice.
Is there no-one that can save us from today?
Is there no-one that can save us from today?
Music, keeps you under control.
Fassion, dictates your role.
Religion, keeps you down below.
This, this I know.
Music, keeps you under control. Music..
Is there no-one that can save us from today?
Is there no-one that can save us from today?
Is ther no-one that can make this go away?
Is there no-one that can save us from today?
Is there no-one?