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Blind these heathen eyes |
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You can take our sight |
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But not our mind |
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You'll set this world ablaze |
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And we will burn |
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Till your tears put out the flames |
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This means war |
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This means war |
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Rivers of our blood |
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Will make the city flood |
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They know we will sink |
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Cause they tell us what to think |
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This is the war |
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We need to fight for |
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Our minds are worth more |
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Than what they sell them for |
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Our skin will break and peel |
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Our blood will spill |
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But our wounds will heal |
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We will reclaim what you took |
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We'll rebuild these city walls |
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And douse these burning books |
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Rivers of our blood |
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Will make the city flood |
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They know we will sink |
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Cause they tell us what to think |
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How much can we take |
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As our freedom burns at the stake |
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This freewill is fake |
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Are we dying for their lies or their mistakes? |
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A thousand years of learning |
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We will take back what you stole |
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And our fragile orphan souls |
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And we will not be controlled |
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Rivers of our blood |
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Will make the city flood |
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They know we will sink |
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Cause they tell us what to think |
