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Blind they pull us to the cliffs |
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Watch yourself they're just sent to kill. |
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Are we afraid of falling short |
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It's misdirection I've seen. |
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We are the sons and daughters of broken homes |
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Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us |
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Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds |
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And we will never bow to them. |
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Torn they trick the best of us |
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A preacher smile behind a pulpit of blame. |
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Are you a slave to brain damage |
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Let's fight the motions and feed. |
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We are the sons and daughters of broken homes |
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Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us |
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Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds |
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And we will never bow to them. |
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We are the sons and daughters of broken homes |
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Kings of great peace couldn't compare to us |
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Because we are the light wherever darkness breeds |
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And we will never bow to them. |