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In the land of the living thereâs no room for little men who run around and point there fingers all day long,
In these times of forgiving thereâs no space for wicked men who run around and wear their silly little frowns,
Through the years weâve been given promises have come and gone and no one ever keeps their word anymore,
And through the lies weâve been swimming and weâre running out of time to fill out ever so trusting lungs,
In the land of the living thereâs no room for little men who run around and point there fingers all day long,
In these times of forgiving thereâs no space for wicked men who run around and wear their silly little frowns,
Oh, is it the same road, Lord no, that we are on
You can take us across the water and you can fly us across the sky,
But if you think that youâre gonna drive us you better choose a road less travelled,
Oh, is it the same road, Lord no, that we are on
Nothing like the friendly giant we all thought them to be, nothing loving hides behind sugar coated lies
Oh, is it the same road, Lord no, that we are on
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