Cant Happen Here

Stabbing Westward

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    Late last night I tripped in
    violent shades of green
    1000 voiceless faces were chasing me
    I ran through the air as thick as glue
    From a 1000 fucking faces that all look like you
    Through night as black as hate my spirit fled
    Through branches filled with thorns my eyes bled and bled
    How could I ever hope to win this race
    When everytime I close my eyes I see your face
    It just can't happen here (repeat)

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    Composition: Stuart Zechman, David Suycott, Jim Sellers, Walter Flakus, and Christopher Hall

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