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Write these words back down inside |
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We have burned their villages |
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And all the people in them died |
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We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal |
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Still we all sleep sound tonight |
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Is this what you wanted to hear? |
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We erased all their images and dance |
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And replaced them with borders and flags |
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At the top of this time line you'll remember |
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This is the lipstick on the collar |
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And in my own life |
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I've seen it in the mirror |
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Sometimes at the cost of others hopes |
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So write these words back down inside |
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That's where you need it the most |
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And without conviction of heart |
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You will never feel it at all |
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Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we're marching |
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Yeah, the |
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TV tells us everything we need to know |
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And this scene is painting |
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In all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same |
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Everything you say, you stole |
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Every dream you dreamt, you bought |
