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The still and silence is torn with violence |
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A loud breaking sound in the night is made |
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Hear it grow, hear it fade |
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The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing |
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Is the hate that parades up and down our streets |
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Coming within bounds and within reach |
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Now, inside the place we hide away |
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We hear it near and hope it turns away |
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Turn away |
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There's something seething in the air we're breathing |
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We learn slash and burn is the method to use |
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Set a flame, burn it new |
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We're overpowered |
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We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads |
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Feel the threat of blows that will come |
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And the damage that will be done in it's wake |
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Now, inside the place we hide away |
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We hear it near although it's miles away |
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We hear it near and hope it turns away |
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Turn away |
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This house divided, we live inside it |
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Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights |
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Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave |
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As it moans and drags along it's ball and chain |
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As it moves through this house it can't escape |
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Now inside the place we hide away |
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We hear it near and hope it turns away |
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Turn away, turn away, turn away |
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Turn away, turn away |
