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Can we say that we are free? |
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Our hands are bound and voices silent |
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I'm sure it's not a dream, |
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I am awake, my eyes are open |
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I can't accept and won't concede in aftermath we find redemption |
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The causes that are seized and disguised as revolution |
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Quell the rage that deeply seethes the extremes of these devotions |
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Dismantle a machine, the device of their creation |
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I can't accept and won't concede that this is who we are |
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The conflict that is seized and disguised as greater notions |
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To the songs that sing of glory and the brave |
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Are we dreaming there are better days to come? |
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When will the banners and the victory parades |
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Celebrate the day a better world is won? |
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On the day the storm has just begun |
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I will still hope there are better days to come |
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In the face of what |
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I say my words would turn to anger |
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Malevolence in need cannot provide direction |
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I won't accept this thought that this is who we are |
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Positions never change, losing all forward motion |
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Hamper that which deeply seethes, temper your devotion |
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Dismantle the machine, the device of your convictions |
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Can't accept and won't concede that this is who we are |
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The conflict that is seized and disguised as greater notions |
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To the songs that sing of glory and the brave |
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Are we dreaming there are better days to come? |
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When will the banners and the victory parades |
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Celebrate the day a better world is won? |
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To the songs that sing of glory and the brave |
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Are we dreaming there are better days to come? |
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When will the banners and the victory parades |
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Celebrate the day a better world was won? |
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On the day the storm has just begun |
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I will still hope there are better days to come |
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On the day the storm has just begun |
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I will still hope there are better days to come |
