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Текст песни Second Chance Draw

You're the one percent
I've heard so much about that's difficult to calm or settle down.
These last four thousand years amount to now,
While you're desperate for an exit underground.
Just another eager face amidst the crowd, he raised his fist,
Stretched his body out and waited.
We can pull a stunt if we wanted to or be upfront in front of you.
We're tired every one of us,
It's been a task for all of us to make you stare and not roll your eyes again.