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Take this burning home |
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Our blood runs hot |
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But our hearts are cold |
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These blackened skies and poison seas |
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Stain our souls |
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Yet our hands are clean |
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Is this our legacy? |
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Money matters most to buy us demons |
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To turn us into gods |
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But if money mattered most |
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Our bottom line |
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Should buy us hope |
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Instead we leave you alone |
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To take this burden |
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Off our fragile bones |
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We hand down this mess |
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To the heirs of our indifference |
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We pass this torch with shame |
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For you to put out the flames |
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So hold your breath and bite your tongues |
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Daughters and our sons |
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We leave our own flesh and blood |
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Work we left undone |
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Cast the flame and lay to waste |
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The future for today |
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Cast the flame and lay to waste |
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The future for today |
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Mother nature raped |
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In mankind's wake |
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This is a disgrace |
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And makes our children slaves to our mistakes |
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But we turn the other way |
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For you to douse these flames |
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So hold your breath and bite your tongues |
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Daughters and our sons |
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We leave our own flesh and blood |
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Work we left undone |
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We take to the grave |
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A world that's up to you to save |
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We take to the grave |
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A world that's up to you to save |
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So hold your breath and bite your tongues |
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Daughters and our sons |
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We leave our own flesh and blood |
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Work we left undone |
