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I can still remember times |
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Of prosperity while staring clear eyed |
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With broad strokes of promise |
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We coloured highlights of our future and something we'll never get |
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Until we look back with sincere regret |
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Is our american dream subject to collapse beneath their density |
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And we'll break before we bend |
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With tomorrow as yet undetermined |
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You can write your congressmen |
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And take your grievences to the highest level |
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To achieve a common end |
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To serve the bourgeois, the laissez-faire |
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Citizens duty-bound so we play our part |
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If you kill the brain |
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Then you'll stop the heart |
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And we foster the illusion of a |
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Democratic archetype |
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Can we forge hope from this devastation |
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And bring about participation |
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To stem the apathetic tide |
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Now poised to wash us all away |
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And we break before we bend |
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With tomorrow as yet undetermined |
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We achieve such selfish ends ' |
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Till we concern ourselves with the plight of others you can write your congressmen |
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And fucking spit in the wind |
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For all the good it'll do you friend |
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We havent got the luxury |
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Of neutral oberservation ' |
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Cause when its said and done |
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We stand or fall as one |
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And though the situations grave |
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I think its worth the risk to save |
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This notion of the free |
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And the asylum of the brave |
