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The lights switch on |
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Nobody knows what's going on |
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The lights switch off |
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The order comes, what's going on now? |
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Like old stones |
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The people's eyes stare at the skies |
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Somebody plays a dirty game |
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Blindfolding their eyes |
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Don't you understand |
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Hold the blindfold down |
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So you can see |
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If you are oppressed |
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Don't let them rest |
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And show them what you have |
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Broken conscience |
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You're just weak |
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When the rats speak |
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Blindfolded, way too blind |
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Is this all you need? |
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Can't you see? |
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Their touches are tender |
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They steal the people's soul |
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Can't you see? |
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No way to surrender |
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Don't fear our time has come |
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Don't you understand |
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Hold the blindfold down |
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So you can see |
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If you are oppressed |
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Don't let them rest |
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And show them what you have |
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Broken conscience |
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You're just weak |
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When the rats speak |
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Blindfolded, way too blind |
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Is this all you need? |
