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This Is The Hill (Outtake) |
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Written By Matthew Ryan |
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Just go about your business |
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Just go about your lives |
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In a fog of constant car chase |
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Under gray metal skies |
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While there's a bomb in the heartland |
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And then there's trouble on the coast |
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And there's a very clean boot |
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On everyone's throat |
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The banks, the cons, the pirates |
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The inconceivable greed |
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While workers fade and howl like phantoms |
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And farmland turns to dust and **** |
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I was born in Pennsylvania |
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By the gas fires and river bank |
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My grandfather died of emphysema |
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In World War II he drove a tank |
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And I remember how his blue eyes |
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Got narrow as he spoke |
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And he said, "I'll take the enemies we knew any day, |
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Over the enemies you'll know" |
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And I remember at one time thinking |
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That the hearts of men are good |
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And if we should be overcome by darkness |
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We'll do exactly what we should |
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But then there was 9/11 |
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And then there was Shock and Awe |
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And that ruthless empire up on Wall Street |
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Made peasants of us all |
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But it was nothing new |
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It had been building for a while |
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Sometimes I just sit and wonder |
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What happened to the president's smile? |
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Yeah I'm militant about the future |
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And I'm militant about hope |
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And I'm militant about reason |
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But these things are endangered you know? |
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And I'm passionate about us |
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And I'm passionate about them |
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And I'm passionate about education |
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and the human rights of all men |
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And I believe in glowing cities |
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An open window in every room |
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And I believe in brotherhood |
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So I believe in you |
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Well there's a growing hum of chaos |
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People dying where they sleep |
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With a flash of light in the dead of night |
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That's no fair fight |
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You can try to rationalize |
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But that's not war |
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And it's certainly not peace |
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Huh? huh? |
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This is the hill |
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This is the stand |
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This the last hill |
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So never again |
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So never again |
