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He was the poster child of miserable. |
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He was in love with colored boy. |
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No chance for hope in a land of servitude. |
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And now the ghosts of Alexandria |
[00:24.26] |
Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak, |
[00:26.81] |
To remind us that we're only 13 knots away |
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From repeating our mistakes. |
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No one can see on the inside, |
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No one can hear on the outside, |
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No one will speak the name to blame. |
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The dead sing: "It's not over." |
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It's not over... |
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She was poster child of ritual. |
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She was in love with the U.S.A. |
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She was from some place but she could not tell us where. |
[01:15.26] |
And now the ghosts of Alexandria |
[01:17.70] |
Labor the field like amber waves of grain, |
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To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away |
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A bowl of rice a day |
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From repeating our mistakes. |
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It's not over... |
[01:43.54] |
No one can see on the inside. |
[01:45.78] |
No one can hear on the outside. |
[01:48.20] |
No one will speak the name to blame. |
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The dead sing. |
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And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory... |
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And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory... |