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Sacrifice, did it really mean that much to them |
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As it was killing you |
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They've locked you out after all that you have done for them |
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You toil yet they profit more |
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Save yourself today in tearing down the design that they built with our hands |
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Struggle by to feed your kids while theirs grow fat, privileged and disdained |
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They've bled you dry |
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Until all that's left of you is sold to build their paradise |
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What have we worked for we've been scraping by for all our lives |
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Only to find that we're left behind |
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We'll own our own time and give you nothing in return |
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Our next meal will come from your table |
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So our lives can become something more |
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Than what you buy and sell |
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America will be reborn |
