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Who stole the soul. |
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And who stole the heart. |
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And who took the spark from inside of me. |
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Why can't |
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I breathe. |
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And I'm afraid they won't stop. |
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Till all the poets have failed. |
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Till all the good men are jailed for nothing at all. |
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Let them take the fall. |
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And they'll bring devastation. |
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And call it diplomacy. |
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But an occupation won't bring a nation peace. |
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And I'm so ashamed. |
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And these things beyond value. |
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That we cherish so dear. |
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I won't let them go. |
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No, I won't let them go. |
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And who stole the soul. |
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And who stole the heart. |
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And I got back the spark from inside of me. |
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And I can finally breathe. |
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Hear the shuffle of my dancing feet. |
