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Where did it begin? |
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The skip in time, or the spark of sin. |
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Where corrupted minds were let to stand with |
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a head and tongue intact. |
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All I ask is how we carry on. |
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Tricked and blind, raped and robbed. |
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Shutting our mouths so not to speak, |
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and falling down to our knees. |
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All heads down to bow. |
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All heads down to bow to nothing |
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because nothing will save you. |
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It's you and yourself alone |
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because in the end, you're own your own. |
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So don't crawl into the pitiful |
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burrow of followers. |
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Where time erodes the strength and will, |
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we've got to hold to withstand the disarray |
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that brings us down to our knees. |
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All heads down to bow. |
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All heads down to bow to nothing |
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because nothing will save you. |
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It's you and yourself alone |
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because in the end, you're own your own. |
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So don't crawl into the pitiful |
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burrow of followers. |
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Stay upright and strong, |
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before the choice is gone, |
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and freedom fades like promises |
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made for the trade |
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of the vote in the game. |
