| I don’t want to be a martyr in this war
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| Don’t want to hear the same excuses anymore
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| That everything’s a threat
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| And it’s only gonna get worse if we let it
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| Don’t want to blame the rich for what they got
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| Or point a finger at the poor
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| For what they have not
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| To the politician and the priest
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| We’re in the belly of the beast
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| Because we fed it
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| Freedom is seldom found
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| Be beatin' someone to the ground
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| Tellin' them how everything is gonna be now
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| Now if the tables were turned
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| Tell me how you would feel
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| Somebody busted up into your house
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| Telling you to stay still
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| While the leaders will deny defeat
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| The innocent lay testifyin', dyin' in the street
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| Freedom is seldom found
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| By beatin' someone to the ground
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| And tellin' them how everything is gonna be
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| Freedom is seldom found
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| By beatin' someone to the ground
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| And tellin' them how everything is gonna be
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| Freedom is seldom found
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| Be beatin someone to the ground
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| And tellin' them how
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| Everything is gonna be now |