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The Great Passive - Nation Lyrics



The Great Passive - Nation Lyrics




Cold as ice but sick inside
Tough for fear of seeming weak
You talk about sluts and whores
And I feel you´re gonna do some harm

I know if you were a nation, you would be founded on lies and scorn
You´d cut the ties to your neighbors and scare the public make the young men go to war

Cold as ice but frail inside
No reaching out no call for help
I´m sick and tired of who you are
And I can see the damage done

I know if you were a nation, you would be founded on lies and scorn
You´d cut the ties to your neighbors and scare the public make the young men go to war

I know if you were a nation, propaganda would weed out the truth
And you would crush opposition until there´s no one left to make a stand against you

If you were a nation
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Cold as ice but sick inside
Tough for fear of seeming weak
You talk about sluts and whores
And I feel you´re gonna do some harm

I know if you were a nation, you would be founded on lies and scorn
You´d cut the ties to your neighbors and scare the public make the young men go to war

Cold as ice but frail inside
No reaching out no call for help
I´m sick and tired of who you are
And I can see the damage done

I know if you were a nation, you would be founded on lies and scorn
You´d cut the ties to your neighbors and scare the public make the young men go to war

I know if you were a nation, propaganda would weed out the truth
And you would crush opposition until there´s no one left to make a stand against you

If you were a nation
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Writer: Jan Hanke
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Performed By: The Great Passive
Language: English
Length: 2:25
Written by: Jan Hanke

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