paroles de chanson Feed the Enemy - Magazine
It′s
always
raining
over
the
border
There's
been
a
plane
crash
out
there
In
the
wheat
fields
They′re
picking
up
the
pieces
We
could
go
and
look
and
stare
How
many
friends
have
we
over
there?
The
border
guards
fight
unconvincingly
Whatever
we
do
it
seems
things
are
arranged
We
always
have
to
feed
the
enemy
You
could
dance
for
me
and
punch
me
through
(Dance
for
me)
You
could
dance
for
me
and
punch
me
through
(Dance
for
me)
You
could
dance
for
me
and
punch
me
through
(Dance
for
me)
You
could
dance
for
me
and
punch
me
through
(Dance
for
me)
We
watched
them
trash
the
last
camera
Glued
to
all
our
TV's
Well
the
actors
on
the
replay
Trying
again
to
touch
you
and
me
But
they
always
seem
to
know
Exactly
what
they're
talking
about
Because
they′ve
got
you
in
a
corner
You′ve
got
no
room
to
move
You've
got
no
room
for
doubt
That′s
exactly
what
they're
talking
about
Because
they′ve
got
you
in
a
corner
No
room
to
move,
no
room
for
doubt
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