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Doubters and cowards |
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Heroes all deaf to the clarion call |
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For whom does it toll |
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For who does it toll |
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But all the dreams subside |
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They're wrapped in America's suicide |
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Play in the road side sand |
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Bleached in significant sun |
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To where would you run |
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To where will you run |
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When all the dreams subside |
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They're wrapped in America's suicide |
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Swan song and bluebird |
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Still arousin' the crowd |
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Sweat in your common shroud |
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In old familiar crowds |
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With old familiar sounds |
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But all the dreams subside |
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They're wrapped in America's suicide |
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When the hanging is over |
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If the hangin' is over |
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Turn to Acapulco Gold |
