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Gather up the flags and burn them all |
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Gather up the words that make us small |
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Gather up the thoughts that keep us down |
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Gather up the hate and make a sound |
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I'm walking down that lonesome road |
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Where all my friends have grown so old |
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There are no reasons to give in |
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There are no passions to hold in |
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Let that which does not matter truly slide |
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That's what she said the day she died |
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There is so much work left to do |
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There is too much red lost to blue |
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There's only one chance so get it right |
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Between the jet black sea and the violent night |
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I've been known to take a side |
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But that don't mean I'm always right |
