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We see you feelings running dry again |
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Who am I but a man that wants to die again |
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Felt fine till you opened up my sin |
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Sit back realize where we've been |
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We see you armies moving in again |
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A police action or genocide again |
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We see the past being hid again |
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Sit back realize where we've been |
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Frustrations seeping in again |
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We're trusting lies instead |
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Of the truth my friend |
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We see the blackness of your sins |
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Take a look back to where we've been |
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Our eyes read between your lines |
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Your actions are as loud as mime's |
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Red tape seals our lips again |
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Take a look back to where we've been |
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You make me want to stand up |
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And scream |
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I want to be free |
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Never think about the unthinkable1600 and her backwards dance [repeat] |
