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Duel by Propaganda

Eye to eye stand winners and losers
Hurt by envy
Cut by greed

Face to face with their own disillusions

The scars of old romances still on their cheeks

And when blow by blow
The passion dies
Sweet little death
Just have been lies some memories of
Gone by times

Would still recall the lie
The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you
On your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

It's too late the decision is made by fate

Time to prove what forever should last

Whose feelings are so true
As to stand the test

Whose demands are so strong
As to parry all attempts
And when blow by blow
The passion dies
Sweet little death
Just have been lies
Some memories of
Gone by times

Will still recall the lie
The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming

The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming
The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming
The first cut won't hurt at all

The second only makes you wonder

The third will have you on your knees

You start bleeding I start screaming