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What we see it makes no sense |
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why do we constantly believe? |
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We have crumbled but within our borders |
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and I'm afraid help is out of reach |
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They've taken our voices and they've locked them out |
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with paper chains I'd like to burn |
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I cannot even enjoy a sunset |
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when our world is on the verge |
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All this weight has got my head hung low |
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a certain pride that gives the air |
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I don't wanna be another disciple |
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as they sit in their liars chair |
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Information has been bottled up |
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in the news I never heard |
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I cannot even sleep under the shining stars |
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when our world is on the verge |
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(Solo) |
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So I sit and watch this world go by |
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just like a lonesome bird |
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I cannot even concentrate on my own thoughts |
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when our world is on the verge |
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when our world is on the verge |
