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In troubled times |
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It's hard to get straight answers |
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Between the lines |
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That border wrong or right |
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The homeland cries |
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It struggles with confusion |
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But this feelin' still remains |
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Like shelter from the rain |
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We live of faith |
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In the hands of those who guide us |
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And tear the page |
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On the fear we left behind |
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We set the pace |
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For every born survivor |
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Don't turn the other way |
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When I need to hear you say |
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Allies with our backs against the wall |
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I will answer when you call |
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And take on the odds |
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For what we believe is true |
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Allies in a world of too much choice |
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I only need your voice |
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To tell me you care |
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I'll be anywhere for you, allies |
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We search our hearts |
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To justify the reason |
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And draw the line |
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To meet somewhere halfway |
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If faith is blind |
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Through darkness it will guide us |
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'Cause the spirit still remains |
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With the keepers of the flame |
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Allies with our backs against the wall |
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I will answer when you call |
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And take on the odds |
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For what we believe is true |
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Allies in a world of too much choice |
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I only need your voice |
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To tell me you care |
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I'll be anywhere for you, allies |
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Allies with our backs against the wall |
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I will answer when you call |
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And take on the odds |
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For what we believe is true |
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Allies in a world of too much choice |
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I only need your voice |
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To tell me you care |
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I'll be anywhere for you, allies |
