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Camouflage - Helpless Helpless

I hear helpless voices calling
Rescues of imprisoned minds
Trash and waste, predumptious glory
Falsehood kills the friendships
More and more

We are helpless helpless
We are helpless helpless

Proceed from the understanding
Noone has the right to accuse
Preacher preaches the damned man story
Party leaders try to fog your senses

We are helpless helpless
We are helpless helpless
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