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We'd wake the dead |
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With voices in our head |
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We've gotten used to ignoring the truth |
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We close our eyes |
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And breathe and eat the lies |
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That tell us we're so much better than you |
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Silence is loud |
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Humility is so proud |
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Nothing is innocent now |
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All the king's men |
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Will serve scrambled eggs again |
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When white-washed walls come crashing down |
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We'll blink and nod |
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And say, "How odd" |
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And wonder why old friends don't come around |
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Silence is loud |
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Humility is so proud |
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Nothing is innocent now |
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The acid rain |
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We fear the pain |
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Will blister and burn the skin |
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But what is more |
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The fear we bore |
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Will eat us alive from within |
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Silence is loud |
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Humility is so proud |
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Nothing is innocent now |
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For you and me |
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In the land of the free |
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Nothing is innocent now |
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Nothing is innocent now |
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Nothing is innocent now |
