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They cry at the sight of doubt's red eye |
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Even the frail clench a fist eventually |
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And anyway, they beat it out of me |
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A dictator, etcetera |
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A gravedigger, etcetera |
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Walls crumble, do people rise |
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With nothing but tomorrow in their eyes? |
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Walls crumble, remain in piles |
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Basking in tomorrow's fear |
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After the rain sweeps the dust and dead wires |
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I have to admit, I am sometimes afraid |
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A dictator, etcetera |
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A gravedigger, etcetera |
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It's times like these |
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It's times like these, that I swear |
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That inspiration is locked down in a closet |
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On a boat heading east |
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I'm having dreams I shouldn't share |
