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Cos you don't need your weapons now |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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Just stop and put your weapons down |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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This fading world |
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(This land) is ahead of it's time |
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Oh but you know it's past it's prime |
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In so many ways |
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(This land) is a miserable rock |
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Stuck like a foot at the end of a sock |
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Full of razor blades |
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(Is mine) the right to defend at all |
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(Is mine) to fight to the end I know |
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(My hand) can't hold back the seas no more |
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But it's not from man that we need defending |
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'Cos you don't need your weapons now |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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Just stop and put your weapons down |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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This fading world |
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(This land) has damaged the world |
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How many times these toes have curled |
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I've heard many tales |
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(This land) is riddled with lies |
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How many told how the seas would rise |
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At such heavy scale |
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(Is mine) to know what I've seen and own |
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(Is mine) the suffering and screams at home |
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(My hand) can't find New Orleans at all |
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This desperate land that seems to be ending |
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'Cos you don't need your weapons now |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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Just stop and put your weapons down |
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You've got to hold on to your world |
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This fading world |