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Their fires are burning |
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Our ships come ashore |
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To discover what's already known |
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And our greed will cost them more |
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We take what's not our own |
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Once denied, blood flows |
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And let the monster grow |
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Their homes we took as our own |
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And fly our flag in their place |
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The riches of the land we acquired |
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Are rivers flowing with disgrace |
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White man, shameful woes |
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Our independence won |
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The monster took their soul |
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We wallow in desire |
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Like pigs in a mire |
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No rest for the wicked |
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Like sons of Bitches |
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Well I'm not too proud |
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To talk down |
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To what's done and said |
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By the monster we bred |
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Taken what's not our own |
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And deny blood had flown |
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Still the monster grows. |
