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The sky is black |
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The ground is red |
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The streets of hate |
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Are charred and dead |
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The war stand out |
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Against the sky |
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And crowds appear |
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To wonder why |
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The morning after |
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We ask for right questions |
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The morning after |
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We make the suggestions |
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We've gotta make changes |
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When I'm going to wait |
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But the morning after is too late |
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The shell that's left is still a cage |
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The flames have not consumed the rage |
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And men who souls are trapped and slumped |
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Will wait until the next time comes |
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The morning after |
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We ask for right questions |
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The morning after |
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We make the suggestions |
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We gotta make changes |
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When I'm going to wait |
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But the morning after |
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Is too late... |