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Dressed in the chains we've chosen to strife, |
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We got to stay in our prisons for the rest of our lives, |
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We got to pray for severance... |
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Wake in disgrace of the fate in our hands, |
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We got the fire in our hearts and our heads in the sand, |
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We got to pay remembrance... |
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It sleeps in the heart of every man, |
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And as we walk in our trance hide as best as we can, |
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We all need our innocence... |
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Blessed with the pain we have chosen to hide, |
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We got to stay inside our walls for the rest of the night, |
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Below the wheels of reverence... |
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Where can we meet when the war left behind, |
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When a mother blind with grief has abandoned her child, |
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We got to leave in difference... |
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Swear this morning lights the hour, |
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Embrace a different sky, |
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Divide the sun from the blind! |
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Swear your sorrow blinds the hour, |
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Inhale a different light, |
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Divide the stars from the night! |
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The river flows, the morning cries the end. |
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The wind won't blow, to sanctify defense. |
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The tears you show, are violation sent. |
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Swear this morning lights the hour, |
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Embrace a different sky, |
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Divide the sun from the blind! |
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Swear your morning light devours, |
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To wave the world goodbye, |
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Exile the sun from your life! |
