| Breathe
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| Breathe in the burning air
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| Then sigh
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| Be relieved there’s nothing there
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| We were free
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| Long before your free advice
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| Now the flags
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| They will burn in paradise
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| Rest your head here
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| Feed our nation for us, please
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| And retreat
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| To the back of our lines for your needs
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| As the blade
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| Is raised, thoughts get clearer
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| What if dreams
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| That you had came crashing down
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| Would you change
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| Or erase the memory
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| Of the day
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| Oh, the day you made us bleed
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| Rest your head here
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| Feed our nation for us, please
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| And retreat
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| To the back of our lines for your needs
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| We sew
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| The seeds upon your grave
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| So you know
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| You’ll feed us either way
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| Wash away your sins and begin again
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| Resurrection from empty hands
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| Back against the wall, watch your tower fall
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| To the ground with your head
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| Time to move on
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| Your power is gone
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| It’s your turn to run
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| Your hour has come
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| Let the blade fall
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| We’ll feed our nation as we please
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| As you grieve
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| Our children will dance in the streets
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| We’ve sewn
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| The seeds above your grave
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| So you know
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| You’ll feed us either way
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| And the meek shall inherit the earth |