Down below the surface
Dullest of blades remain
They aim, aim for the backbone
Tell me who is to blame
And they lost their souls
When they lost their ways
And we fought to the bone
But the sweet will remain
Enough is enough when the river runs dry
His life ain't so tough, you're to tough to cry
Well I wonder, who's fooling who
And they lost their souls
When they lost their ways
And we fought to the bone
But the sweet will remain
Well I wonder, who's fooling who
Well I wonder, who's fooling you
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