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When pale turns to pink, with the soft unnerving ease |
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And all you've built around, may just tumble to the ground |
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We stand or fall, with your future in another's hands |
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We stand or fall, when your life is not your own |
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When white turns to red in the not too distant days |
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Will force and misery, be the life you have to lead? |
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We stand or fall, with your children in another's world |
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We stand or fall, when your town is not your own |
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White China, white China |
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When crimson takes a hold, the lights go down on all you've ever known |
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When all you'll ever do is worked out for you |
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We stand or fall, when the thoughts you have are not your own |
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We stand or fall, oh, when the freedom slips away |
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White China, white China |
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White China, white China |
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White China, white China |
