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I hear that voice calling once again |
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With visions of yesteryear and rivers of blood they shed |
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The times have changed but |
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I'm steadfast |
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For a reign of terror the outcasts |
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Will be used against themselves through ignorance and lies |
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And so in hate my numbers grow and soon all the world will know |
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A twisted universal mind a mind like mine |
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Back to a time when |
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I was young a father tells an only son |
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You are the chosen one |
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And as I grew so did my hate to cleanse the land became my fate |
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I became the gun |
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If the child grows knowing only what it's told |
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Then the man can learn only as his history unfolds |
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The roots of hatred we don't always see and so are left to grow |
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Fear begins in ones center and when allowed to flow |
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Will cast ripples upon still waters destroying all it knows |
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The disenfranchised will brutalize those who are not the same |
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The immigrants and infidels will be the pawn in their game |
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And they will use you against yourself through ignorance and lies |
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Hear that voice once again tie the borders |
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We need some order take a stand |
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So the politicians reach the white man |
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With loaded words a foot on the bible and rifle in their hands |
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Return to a time when you were young |
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When love lit your way |
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And all your troubles amounted to none |
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But who could who could say |
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But still do we really ever understand how we can love the child |
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But crucify the man |
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And do we ever really see that "I could have been him and he could have been me" |
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Remember a time when you were young |
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When love cradled the day |
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And you did not know the difference between right and wrong |
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So who led who led the way |
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Now will you be the voice of reason when there's none |
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Who will who will sing it's song |
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I will |