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We've become the outer order |
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Live our lives along the border |
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Get up in ease and face our other |
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To name the sign you've been born under |
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I was bitten by a man |
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Trespassing in a psychic state |
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What well-healed boy |
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What simple man |
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Left such a long and living wake |
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I will not sing a hateful song |
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Though it's in me to sing |
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I know to drink the blood is wrong |
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And undue error brings |
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Born to proud, self-conscious people |
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Living free of consequence |
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Speak strange words louder than a witness |
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And damn the dead in self-defense |
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But I was also born and raised |
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To always speak and listen clear |
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To know the last sound that I make |
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Could be the last sound that I hear |
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I will not sing a hateful song |
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Though it's in me to sing |
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I know to drink the blood is wrong |
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And undue error brings |
