| I begged
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| The world to heal its scars again
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| As I cried into oblivion
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| And the victims passed me by
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| I said
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| The curse has kept us spiraling
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| While the desperate keep on rioting
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| And the greedy plea with lies
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| One more summer
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| And yet another
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| While the more things change they stay the same
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| Apathetic inaction
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| Is gaining traction
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| When the lost don’t play they lose the game
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| Don’t fade out, we’ll go off script
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| The last scene’s behind our silent lips
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| We’re signed on for a sequel
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| But nobody’s seen the first act
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| Seen the first act
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| Of a hundred stories just like yours
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| Through the history of an endless war
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| They’ve come back
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| Signed on for a sequel
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| But nobody’s seen the first act
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| Seen the first act before
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| And I wept
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| For the future of humanity
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| To be free of this insanity
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| Where the lessons learned repeat
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| I sent
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| A message to the least of us
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| That the greedy are carnivorous
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| And that hatred fears defeat
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| One more summer
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| And yet another
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| While the more things change they stay the same
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| Apathetic inaction
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| Is gaining traction
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| When the lost don’t play they lose the game
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| And our eyes consume the world today
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| Just as if the past has been erased
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| So don’t run away, don’t run away from time
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| There’s a cycle of our symmetry
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| As a sign that history will repeat
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| So start looking back, start looking back to find
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| All the tragedies we’ve tried to mend
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| All the selfish acts with violent ends
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| We don’t learn a thing from conflict
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| So it finds us once again |