Lyrics:
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For hotcha razz-ma-tazz.
right through
You want to be more hurt than me
You want to say you're more the victim
You wanna complain and pass the blame
You want to say you're
advice
I know the losing cost
An' I'll pay the price
One more heartache
Don't bother me
One more lonely night
To drown in misery
I am a victim
Headin' in or headin' out
Standing on the shore
Pause a moment to reflect
Which trip costs you more
Between the ever restless crowds
And the silence
They rest on my shoulders
My body won't let me fall victim no more
These worries are heavy,
They rest on my shoulders
My body won't let me fall victim no
heavy, they rest on my shoulders
My body won't let me fall victim no more
These worries are heavy, they rest on my shoulders
My body won't let me fall
Nowhere to hide
Victim of love
I'm a victim of loving you
I'm victim of wanting you
I woke up this morning I found your love
Laying beside my
Feeling numb, nearly dead
No more left is what they said
All fucked up we're all used
Another cabbage has blown a fuse
victim victim they've made
I am a victim of the science age
A child of the storm, whoa, yes
I can't remember when I was your age
For me, it says no more, no more
Nobody
I am a victim of the science age
A child of the storm, whoa, yes
I can't remember when I was your age
For me, it says no more, no more
Nobody
I took this long to find you
Now I do nothing buth think about you
And though I feel this way
You're telling me it's wrong
It's more than
Painted as the victim
He said you caused it all
Lying to convince 'em
So you would take the fall
You walked out with nothin'
Hopin' for some peace
together
Learned my lesson well
I had to put up a fight, to make it right
Freedom's ringing like the sound of a bell
Victim of circumstance
One more
call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little
time was different
Felt like, I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
Now I'm, in this condition
And I've, got
was different
Felt like, I was just a victim
And it cut me like a knife
When you walked out of my life
Now I'm, in this condition
And I've, got all
What's the use to deny we've been livin' a lie
That we should have admitted before
We were just victims of a half hearted love
So why should we
call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little
to see you
Wore a smile just to greet you
I'm a victim of the very song I sing
You gave me a brand new reason
To start fixing up my face
Having
watering hole
To get lost in the smoke and
The music one more time
I sat down and said hello
To a flock of victims i said "Boys
It's a way of life from
Better no, ndoita noise, better noe, ndoita noise
Baby pa call, toja tese, they want some more, vanakwira nezi Taste
{Intro phone call}
Like if you
Victims of war
Victims of war
The sound of enormous bombs
Tearing apart the ground
Bursting, crashing, slashing
Black clouds fill the once
my power to feel tonight
We're all just victims of a crime
When all's gone and can't be regained
We can't seem to shelter the pain inside
We're all
the victim shivering in bed
Searching out fear in the gathering gloom and
Suddenly a movement in the corner of the room
And there is nothing I can do
When
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