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I hear the rumble of this town |
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And i know it brings me down |
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I hear the voice of this place |
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And i tell you it brings me down |
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I hear that whisper you shouting |
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And of course it brings me down |
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I hear that rumour you're spreading |
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And its true, it brings me down |
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When you have a mind and a purpose |
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The armies of ignoreance usurp us |
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When you stand alone and undistracted |
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The hate is no longer abstracted |
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I see the fear in the face |
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But i never hear a sound |
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I see the screams in the background |
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But i never hear a sound |
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I know that whisper that you're shouting |
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And of course it brings me down |
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I know that rumour you're spreading |
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And it makes me feel like starting armageddon |
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When you have a mind and a purpose |
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The armies of ignoreance try to usurp us |
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When you stand alone and undistracted |
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The hate is no longer abstracted |
