| Robotic return to the hand that feeds
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| With no concern for the wounds that bleed
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| Moving forward like a leaderless soldier
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| Someday you`ll move on, but it`s never over
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| Take your restraints off
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| Forget your war`s lost
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| Better keep your fingers crossed
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| You`ll need the luck!
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| And just carry on
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| Stand at ease
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| You will do just as they please!
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| You`re sick and time`s run out
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| With new found sense of doubt
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| Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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| Now he sees that freedoms not so free
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| Your soul is up for hire!
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| Your smoke never meant fire!
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| You take the good, completely numb
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| Accept the worst, a rule of thumb
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| Can`t feel the hurt set in
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| And just carry on
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| Stand at ease
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| You will do just as they please!
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| You`re sick and time`s run out
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| With new found sense of doubt
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| Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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| Now he sees that freedoms not so free
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| (All rise! All rise!)
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| Dismissed by judge and jury
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| (All lies! All lies!)
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| Strayed paths result in fury
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| You`re sick and time`s run out
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| With new found sense of doubt
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| Like a walking time bomb, maybe
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| Now he sees that freedoms not so free |