I try everyday

To think of something deep to say

Cause I would like to find the words

That deserve to be heard

Sounds like words are out of style

Silence beckons down the murder mile

I'll keep on talking to the hand

In a language I don't understand

If I am an extra in the film of my own life

Then who the hell is the director

If I am an extra in the film of my own life

Then would someone please turn of the camera's

And show me how to live

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I try every night

Not to argue not to fuss and fight

But there's a right in my head

Streets are bleeding in democracy it's death

Let's fight until the end of days

Let's destroy and let's devastate

We keep on talking to the hand

In a language we don't understand

If I am an extra in the film of my own life

Then who the hell is the director

I If am an extra in the film of my own life

Then would someone please turn of the camera's

And show me how to live

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I try everyday

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