| Our skin is an organ, our skin is a shield
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| Our cells are all orphans, our skin is an organ
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| A chorus unfolding, alive in the field
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| The words left unspoken, we’re screaming
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| Let us be broken
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| Let us be open
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| Let us name the cage
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| Grow a garden in its place
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| Let us be broken
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| Let us be open
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| Let us name the cage
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| It’s always been ours to break
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| These streets of wars no more than blue-blooded boredom
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| Someday, we’ll die for them, screaming
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| Let us be broken
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| Let us be open
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| Let us name the cage
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| Grow a garden in its place
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| Let us be broken
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| Let us be open
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| Let us name the cage
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| It’s always been ours to break
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| Our future’s built on a stolen wealth
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| By post-money kids raising hell
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| Selling our lives for the promise of health
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| We want something beyond ourselves
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| And now we’ll die for
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| The colour of our spring
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| And now we’ll die for
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| Our hands soaked in it |