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Write these words back down inside |
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We have burned their villages and all the people in them died |
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And we adopt their customs and everything they say we steal |
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All the dreams they had we kill |
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Still we all sleep sound tonight |
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Is this what you wanted to hear? |
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We erased all their images and dance |
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And replaced them with borders and flags |
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At the top of this timeline you'll remember |
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This is the lipstick on the collar and in my own life |
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I've seen it in the mirror sometimes at the cost of others hopes |
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So. Write these words back down inside |
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That's where yo need it the most and without conviction of heart you will fell it all |
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Yeah - We all dance to the same beat when we we're marching |
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Yeah- The TV tells us everythign we need to know |
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And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment and history is all the same |
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Everything you say you stole |
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Every dream you dream you bought |
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But I'm still here and we are all guilty |
