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Oh how I long for ancient times |
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Where a man could take charge |
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Of his own mind |
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For in prison they hold |
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Our brothers in chains |
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And no lesson is learned |
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For freedom is frail |
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Hold your flag high |
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In proudness |
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Don't let them take what's yours |
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I'm here to bring back the balance |
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Before it's too late for us |
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Now we stand |
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In the shadows |
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Of a land |
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That you used to own |
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Use your hands |
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For all that matters |
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Your graveyard hands |
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They have to learn |
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We are not slaves |
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Let the ground we adore |
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Grow without shame |
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For we sow the first tree |
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It belong to us |
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And when you drew first blood |
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You crossed that line |
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I say hold your flag high |
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In proudness |
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Don't let them take what's yours |
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I'm here to bring back the balance |
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Before it's too late for us |
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Now we stand |
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In the shadows |
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Of a land |
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That you used to own |
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Use your hands |
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For all that matters |
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Your graveyard hands |
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Carry the crops |
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Of those who fought side by side with you |
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Sing the fanfare |
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So their names won't be lost, no |
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Now we stand |
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In the shadows |
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Of a land |
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That you used to own |
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Use your hands |
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For all that matters |
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Your graveyard hands |
