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Digging through trenches still |
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but our work is not done yet. |
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Forcing ourselves |
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through all who oppose. |
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We are not afraid to get our hands dirty, |
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not afraid because we were always filthy. |
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Knee deep in what we love, |
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but our work is not done yet. |
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We've got a job to do. |
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Never turn your back on us |
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We stand tall, we stand firm |
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Now it's time to hit them where it hurts. |
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Walk towards us |
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and stand in our shadow. |
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Walk towards us |
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and be the ones that follow. |
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We've gotten our hands dirty |
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and we wont stop now. |
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To think that we would stop |
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you must have lost |
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your fucking mind. |
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We are continuous, |
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We are never ending. |
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We'll give you something to believe in |
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let us be your breath of fresh air. |
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Now breathe us in. |
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We are bringing life into something stagnant. |
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You lost your fucking mind. |
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We will stand aside, |
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one by one |
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watch you die. |
