First to Go Songtext
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First to Go Songtext
Each time I look inside your world
Find you burning in your seat
Spinning like a broken willow
Passing anyone you meet
Always led by your suspicions
Makes your honesty seem strange
But you′re adding more to the confusion
Still the closest one to blame
How does it feel to know you're
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you′ve been held against your will
I can hear you, calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
You're the only one who really noticed
Still you haven't got a clue
Somehow knowing something special
Hasn′t shown you what to do
They tried so hard to define a motive
Do you intend to speak
Like a lonely target in the window
For everyone to see
How does it feel to know you′re
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you've been held against your will
I can hear you calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
I can hear you, from a silent memory
And I can picture you, in your perfect reality
How does it feel to know you′re
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you've been held against your will
I can hear you calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
I can hear you, from a silent memory
And I can picture you, in your perfect reality
Find you burning in your seat
Spinning like a broken willow
Passing anyone you meet
Always led by your suspicions
Makes your honesty seem strange
But you′re adding more to the confusion
Still the closest one to blame
How does it feel to know you're
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you′ve been held against your will
I can hear you, calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
You're the only one who really noticed
Still you haven't got a clue
Somehow knowing something special
Hasn′t shown you what to do
They tried so hard to define a motive
Do you intend to speak
Like a lonely target in the window
For everyone to see
How does it feel to know you′re
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you've been held against your will
I can hear you calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
I can hear you, from a silent memory
And I can picture you, in your perfect reality
How does it feel to know you′re
Chosen to be the first to go
What makes it seem to special
When you've been held against your will
I can hear you calling from a silent memory
Somewhere far from reach
In a world conditioned to your needs
I can hear you, from a silent memory
And I can picture you, in your perfect reality
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