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A mutinous enemy |
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Carved a nascent country |
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Sweat, blood, and valor |
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Forms the grit of our history |
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Beqeathed to everyone |
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Chance and free expression |
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Substance was restrained |
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And the spirit was broken |
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I feel a strange denial |
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Rhythmic as a change |
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Constance as time |
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Lonely insistent whispers |
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Somber as a wave bye bye, bye bye |
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Searching for solution |
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Without constitution |
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Blackcoats by our sides |
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Promising salvation |
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Advocating dogma |
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As tickets to hereafter |
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Mortals in their prime |
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With their desperate hands in the air |
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Daunting complex and burning |
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Rhythmic as change |
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Constant as time |
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Conflicts, craving approval |
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Weighted as a murder trial |
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Oh I feel a strange denial |
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Correct is consensus |
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Everything else, nonsense |
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Forward is the hope |
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Forget recompense |
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Peace and tranquility |
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Is only for the wealthy |
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Dearth for the massses |
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And inequality |
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I feel a strange denial |
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Rythmic as change |
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Constant as time |
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Lonely insistent whispers |
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Dissipating in the night |
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Like a lone forgotten light |
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And no one is helping me |
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It's a strange denial |