| It’s so hard no to feel afraid
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| I want so bad not to think of myself or the things I’d change
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| I’m not my father or my ex lover
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| But I am my mother’s son
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| I give up, I give in
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| I just want this to end
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| I wish I was anywhere but here
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| Don’t give up, don’t give in
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| There’s no peace in the end
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| The war worth waging is right here
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| There’s a debt to pay
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| There’s a war torn land
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| There is rural waste and a slavery flag
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| A warrior wedding, a victory parade
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| A folded flag, a death benefit betrayed
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| There’s no survival in a living wage of hazard pay
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| I give up, I give in
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| I just want this to end
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| I wish I was anywhere but here
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| Don’t give up, don’t give in
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| There’s no peace in the end
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| The war worth waging is right here
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| On the streets tonight there’s gonna be uprising
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| Born of the calm, born of the thriving
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| On the streets tonight there’s gonna be uprising
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| Born of the calm, born of the thriving
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| I give up, I give in
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| I just want this to end
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| I wish I was anywhere but here
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| Don’t give up, don’t give in
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| There’s no peace in the end
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| The war worth waging is right here
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| The war worth waging is right here
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| Just this. |
| Justice.
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| Just this. |
| Justice.
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| Just this. |
| Justice.
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| Just this. |
| Justice. |