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The blue light spills like oceans |
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We smile and let it in |
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It cures us of our questions |
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Like hoods on peregrine |
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Knowledge locked in a tower |
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Barons will hold the key |
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But if knowledge is power |
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Know this is tyranny |
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All we're asking for |
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Is what's ours |
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You think they're selling you truth |
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Truth is, they're selling you out |
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The truth, they're selling you out |
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The black ink fuels our notions |
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That all the facts are in |
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It cures us of our questions |
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Like hoods on peregrine |
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Knowledge locked in a tower |
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Barons will hold the key |
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But if knowledge is power |
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Know this is tyranny |
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All we're asking for |
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All we're asking for |
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Is what's ours |
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You think they're selling you truth |
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But they're just selling you |
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And if we keep buying in |
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The line between lies and truth |
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Will wear paper thin, paper thin |
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You think they're selling you truth |
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The truth is, they're selling you out |