Sing it.
Singing a different song.
Make it.
Guess who will play along.
I can't help looking at me.
C'est La Vie.
My hands are free as can be.
C'est La Vie.
Wanted: Passion.
Wasted and hopeless.
Praises, fortress, blame me.
Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder.
With various degrees of love and of hate.
With a gun strapped to your side, I believe you have your faith.
And a ghost inside my head and the past is noise.
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