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The thing is we live in fear - fear of the monsters in control |
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Three-legged machines that haunt my dreams |
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Machines made of metal so cold |
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Could there be something to believe? |
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A place where we can find the refuge we need |
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Dwarfing the trees, the machines block out the sky |
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Machines fueled by ugliness and greed |
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Could this be something to believe? |
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A place where we can find the refuge that we need |
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A place where their long arms can't reach |
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Up in the mountains where we can still believe |
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From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for |
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So we can think the way we like |
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This could be something to believe |
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A place where we can live the music that we breathe |
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Our lungs are strong as is our song |
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Up in the mountains where we can still believe |
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From the heights we'll wage this war for all the things we long for |
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So we can sing the way we like |