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Give me silence! Give me some truce! |
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Let us be evasive! Nevermind the truth! |
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They Say slaves speak of bravery |
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As swine speak of flying |
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Surely now we're done speaking |
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We're done lying |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |
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Our hearts still free |
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Our word still alive |
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Even though the world |
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Has us run and hide |
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They say rebels speak of loyalty |
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As fish speak of flying |
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Surely, we know better |
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For now we're here to do the dying |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |
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This is my offer |
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Illusion, aimlessness |
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In return teach me |
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How to tolerate |
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A life of despair |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |
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Our flowers are blue |
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Our eyes still devoid of sleep |
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Death, the spanish drummer |
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Has had us moan, has had us weep |