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Land of old, this soil I now see turns grey. |
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Looking on, I see crowds that |
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Stand against tyrant guns, |
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Blow them away. |
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All for the sake of freedom, |
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Look to your screen they're screaming, help. (Help!) |
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High upon a pedestal, |
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Man's mind speaking aloud. |
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What I see, is what I hold; |
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Power and all that's around. |
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Curfew at dusk, |
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And my soldiers litter the streets. |
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This is for the people, no, |
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We're breaking, taking, killing. |
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We bleed from tyrants war, |
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Runs red through streets of blood. |
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The freedom that we would |
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Seek is screaming lost liberty. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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Could this be. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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Could this happen to me. |
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Deceiving things he says |
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You might take as true. |
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One word believed by him, |
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His strings attach to you. |
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So we the people |
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Must unite, and defy. |
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Destroy the power, fight |
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This man's rule must die, |
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By our hand. |
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Oppressed people of this land. |
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Convert, exist the planned way. |
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Revolt, with blood we'll flow the end. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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Could this be. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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Could this happen to me. |
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Gone year's of ten |
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I'm still power alive. |
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My dominos fall on taking |
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Other men's pride. |
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All for the need of power |
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Watch as I devour you! |
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This virus of my intentions, infectious. |
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Your land my carnage forth. |
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Obviously death results. |
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I am the ugly face, |
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The spreading disease |
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I am oppressing, raping life, |
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I do as I please |
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And you pay the price. |
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You're lost without arms to fight |
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If given the spine from hate |
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Would you cower, or rise and say. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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No, not to me. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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No this could never be. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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To be free I would rise. |
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Oppressing the masses, |
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For to live contained, |
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This mind would die! |
