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Test Your Reflex The Burning Hour Painted Red I wanna scream, scream, scream Oh for this to end I wanna let love flow, through my fingers and out of my hands And I wanna let that love fill up the hearts of men Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land Stop making victims please, stop making victims of this land Because I wonder what will come of all we've made Will time sit still, or will it change Oh and if all that happens now is to remain I think we best start Counting down the days I wanna scream, scream, scream Oh so you can hear The truth it covers you, don't shake it off The picture's clear It's painted red, red, all red and lined with tears boy I know it's hard to see When you're so consumed with fear I know it's hard to see When you're so consumed with fear oh Because I wonder what will come of all we've made Will time sit still, or will it change Oh and if all that happens is to remain I think we best start counting down the days Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray It all falls into place Because I wonder what will come of all we've made Will time sit still, or will it change Oh and if all that happens now is to remain I think we best start counting down the days Cause everybody wants to turn their backs and pray It all falls into place But if all that happens now is to remain I think we best start counting down the days Counting down the days Counting down the days |
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