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Just as soon as you fly the black flag with your hands |
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Zapatistas listen close to Zarathustra and Firebrands |
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Copper on my tongue close to blazing 'em clean |
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Downcast murmuring sigh is now a murdering scream |
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Dark horses of sam flying low over mexico |
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Take a hit in the rib down in the ring at the rodeo |
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One face in a crowd and I can pick out the fighters |
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Pot shots at the clouds try and take out the pilots |
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More. that's the slogan of sam |
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Will to power drives the train just to have and to grab |
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Indiscriminate thieves, start by bulldozing homes |
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Out from under my feet, leave a nation of bones |
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Pity. The bell of taco is closed |
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In the blink of an eye and the lie is exposed |
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Look back down seven towns are controlled |
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Melt back to the darkness in a jungle of bones |
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We know our history |
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And here we are |
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Looking for a miracle |
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In the city of God |
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We know our history |
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And here we are |
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Looking for a miracle |
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In the city of God |
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But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on |
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The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons |
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Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone |
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Rattle and roll in the nation of bones |
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But the cruelest joke of all is while they're cheering them on |
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The beast eats off their plates and is killing their sons |
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Ironic. that's the Firebrand tone |
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Rattle and roll in the nation of bones |
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We know our history |
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And here we are |
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We're looking for a miracle |
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In the city of God |
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We know our history |
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And here we are |
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Looking for a miracle |
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In the city of God |
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In the city of God |
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In the city of God |
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In the city of God |