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Standing round the table |
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Spinning fables |
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And signing autographs |
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Can't you hear them laugh |
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In their secrecies |
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They plan their strategies |
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And it's called hypocrisy |
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And we believe |
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Mornings, they tell me everything |
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That I need to know |
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Or I care to know |
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Well I can visualize |
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The look in your eyes, the horror |
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As the plane goes down and the siren sounds |
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We can't believe |
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We can't believe |
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In the east where the bear is dancing |
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In the west where the eagle flies |
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In the middle we stand our ground |
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The forces pull us down, down, down |
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Tensions on both sides |
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We're paralyzed and victimized |
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We're terrified and petrified |
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Demoralized and mortified |
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Of genocide and suicide and patricide and cyanide |
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We're pacified by every side |
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Force-fed pride and then we die for them |
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We die for them |
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In the east where the bear is dancing |
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In the west where the eagle flies |
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In the middle we stand our ground |
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The forces pull us down, down, down |
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We believe |
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We believe |
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We believe |
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