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They ganged up upon us |
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Straightjackets and chains |
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When we appeared broken |
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They forced in their way |
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Nothing in their eyes but |
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Fear of something untamed |
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And why are we here now |
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Bounded comfort |
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We don't belong here |
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Nowhere to deport |
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And sometimes I wonder |
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If everything is lost |
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And sometimes I don't care |
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No tangible worth |
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It all comes down the same |
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In these times of distress |
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It all comes down the same |
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Wounded hearts can fight but |
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It all comes down the same |
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Oh, what a triumph |
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Society's rise |
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Modern civilization |
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Look at the size |
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I made no decision |
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They took it for me |
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A token you should cherish |
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It's thorns tear in skin |
