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Seeds of rebellion lay outside your front door |
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If you nourish them and water them |
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They'll grow into a healthy, what for? |
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And if revolution isn't what's in store |
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How can you care anymore? |
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It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift |
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The spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip |
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Lest the state of your resolve makes you quickly devolve |
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To a fundamentalist, yeah |
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You're an archetype, they can pin to the wall |
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When you cling to your convictions like a farm animal in its stall |
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Never thinking of the bigger world outside |
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As they take you for a ride |
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It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift |
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The spirit of resistance, you gotta hold your grip |
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Because passion unabated can be readily conflated |
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With belligerence, go |
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It's a dangerous slip, a conscientious shift |
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The spirit of resistance you gotta hold your grip |
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And the verdict won't be kind |
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'Cause they're desperate for a viable alternative |
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Take a stance, the resist stance |
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Take a stance, the resist stance |
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Take a stance, the resist stance |
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Take a stance, the resist stance |
