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We came crashing down |
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Right on time |
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Like the twenty-ninth |
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Of twenty nine |
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Days spent |
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Down on our knees |
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Watching stolen soil |
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Sift through our fingers |
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So what the **** |
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Are we still waiting for? |
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For some someone to save us, |
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From the rains to come? |
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Watching strong foundations |
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Come undone! |
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We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore! |
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We're marching in and we're |
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(Kicking down the door!) |
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We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore! |
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We're marching in and we're |
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(Kicking down the door!) |
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Kicking |
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(Down the door!) |
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Kicking |
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(Down the door!) |
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All hope died |
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When the hunger came |
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First the slender cheeks |
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Then the sunken eyes |
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And soon |
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Every dirty face |
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Just looked the same |
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Common graves are calling our names |
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Calling us out |
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Of a life |
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That's plagued by doubt |
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We used to be so ****ing strong |
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Do you remember when we sang those songs? |
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(Together!) |
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Is there no such thing as a heartfelt word, |
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In times of fair weather? |
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We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore! |
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We're marching in and we're |
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(Kicking down the door!) |
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We're not waiting for the dust to settle anymore! |
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We're marching in and we're |
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(Kicking down the door!) |
