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Here she comes dressed in white |
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Her mouth is filled with flames |
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Her skin is black, her fingers trace |
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The diamonds in her veins |
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Here she comes down from the sun |
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To wash this country clean |
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Comes down for us, down from the dust |
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To murder what remains |
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Here she comes now dressed in red |
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To heal this ruined race |
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I know somewhere, where there's a god |
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He's lying at her feet |
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And we'll walk freely through the mountains and the trees |
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And we'll breathe deep again where the air is pure and clean |
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And we will drink freely from the milk of our revenge |
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And we will break down the prison gates that keep you in |
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So please show no pity as we come up from the ground |
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And please remember as you kill us and cut us down |
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That time will not wash clean the bloody face of history |
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And someone will breathe here again and they will hate you for what you leave |
