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Look what's happened to my hands |
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I can't get past the blood on them |
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What's left behind another war |
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murder is so tragic but we want more |
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I wish that I could place the blame |
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on someone else's dream of pain |
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The things that foster panic here |
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remain obscured |
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remain unclear |
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Look what's happened to my arms |
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The strength to move's becoming calmed |
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What rights are mine are put to rest |
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recall my first name and fail the test |
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I wish that I could memorize |
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all the hopes and all the lies |
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The fortune that good men escape |
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Denys my tongue |
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Destroys my face |
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I've had enough of American Dreams |
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I've had enough of American Dreams |
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Look what's happened to my dreams |
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My nightmares speak in voices seen |
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we came to burn in the city on the hill |
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prescribe me faith, but give me pills |
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