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Sing it.Singing a different song.Make it.Guess who will play along.I can't help looking at me.C'est La Vie.My hands are free as can be.C'est La Vie.Wanted: Passion.Wasted and hopeless.Makeshift glory,Praises, fortress, blame me.How can I speak on the other side?How can I speak on the other side?We cannot be inside this war until we bleed and make itLouder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder. Louder.With various degrees of love and of hate.With a gun strapped to your side, I believe you have your faith.I move onward with a trumpet and a voiceAnd a ghost inside my head and the past is noise.