| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| You’re too young to know that you’re too young to go
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| There’s no freedom to be found lying face up in the ground
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| I said, hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Ashes from an unfinished life are all that’s left
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| In a tear-drop-shaped locket hanging from his mother’s chest
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| I said hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| You whip the back of freedom 'till it bleeds an oil stream
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| Then you sail down upon it in your killing machine
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| I said hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Old men who send children off to die in vain
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| They will hear death’s constant whisper call remember my name
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| I said hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| I say hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Say hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone
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| Hey, hey, hey, hey, gather 'round the stone |