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Conflict Against All Odds

she was always taking and he was forever giving Alone he sits in his quiet room wondering where it all went wrong Looking for the pieces to the puzzle, remembering all

feel at every savage blow Someone whispers "cruelty" but they don't want to know The balding man stands silent as slave fights for life He thinks of all

a popular line I've got the "Crass" Broken Gun. Don't know what it means, but it suits you fine I've got a lovely line in anarchist ties, some "Conflict

your Chinese calendar, it's the year of the Q Calm, down, my pace so you can Hop all over lyrical roller coaster ride As I, once again climb slowly

to believe in me As deep as the abyss where the waters run As deep as the land of the rising sun You know I'm down And even when them odds are against

and Norman and the talking priest-- still, I am at least holding all the doors open. Inside me all outside is shared. As the cracked bells peal it all

to believe in me [Hook] As deep as the abyss where the waters run As deep as the land of the rising sun You know I'm down And even when them odds are against

loading sir) Remember break that window when that cop comes in and blow that motherfuckers head off [multiple gun shots] (Got him) Yeah load it up again

a thing? We will have a fucking good try. Mobilise, fight, against all odds Broken dreams and promises mount as the poll axe thrusts her knife Poverty hits an all