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Artista: Ramallah Not made for these times this is the end my friend I wasn't made for these times (and) I want to fly away to a simpler time to a better day who am I to believe in? who are you to believe in me? (I'm just) a junkie, a drunkard a bastard, a monster hiding from my sins a broken prophet from a dead end street but we live in such terrible times I gotta speak my mind 'cause inhumanity is all I see it's right in front of you it's right in front of me I testify 'cause I'm damned if I lie but... who I to believe in? who are you to believe in me? I wasn't made for these times and sometimes I'd like to tear out my eyes and be blind to this world that I see
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