There's great danger, danger For the loneliest when dragged out No silver bullet, bullet Not to split the scene They think we'll solve your problems But now, we're fingers holding the line With our buttocks, standing tame Secrecy or deceit There's great danger, danger Hammers, kickers, they drive off No cloak of justice, justice For bands quick as saints They think we'll solve your problems But now, we're fingers holding the line Throw your mottos, stand and count Take me, take me To the diamonds sand Take me, take me To the diamonds sand Take me, take me To the diamonds sand www.*** Chris Cole
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