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Rise from deep wounds |
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From the wounds of the past |
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The gray skies where doubt flies |
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Cover all eyes with dust |
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Cold the winds blow |
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While rancor grows and stays |
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Bitter tears inside blind eyes |
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Their justice is a fake |
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Nation, this time is ours |
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You, beaten nation |
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You won't cry this time |
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Nation, revenge is ours |
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Just beaten nation |
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Just believe this time |
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I promised you I'd die today |
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Tears won't wet your eyes |
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I'll be by your side to rise this gun |
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The gun I have in my hands |
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We'll see them bleed, reaching the end |
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They'll draw our smiles |
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Nation I just feel kind of away now |
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But I'm still brave |
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I see some blood running out |
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So let's take what is ours |
