| Where were you the day they stole our innocence
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| And arranged a sacrifice for everyone in town
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| Drove all the words yet to be written underground
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| To save the money on the kerosene they’d need
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| Were you awake or were you sleeping
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| Or just too afraid to disagree?
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| Well, I don’t wanna sing about freedom anymore
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| I wanna see it, I wanna feel it
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| I wanna know that it still sits beyond the lies that we’ve been told
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| Beyond the wars that keep our families from home
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| I know that there’s a way
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| Dear God let there be a way
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| To change the path we’re on
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| And believe in a better day
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| Our dreams are their worst nightmares, these songs, a call to arms
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| We can dance on the graves that held us, we can change the course of time
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| Stand up and fight, save yourself
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| Strike, the time is now
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| You and me, we are more like sheep
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| Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter
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| I’ll stand on principle, banner lifted and a fist raised high
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| Filthy soul with a patriot heart, dancing rhythms in a world apart
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| Stand up and fight, save yourself
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| Strike, the time is now
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| You and me, we are more like sheep
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| Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter
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| You and me, we can live like thieves
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| On the dreams that we stole from their fears
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| Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
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| Can we strive to be so much more than this
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| Casting pearls before swine, hanging dead on the vine
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| Can we strive to be so much more than this
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| You and me, we are more like sheep
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| Forced to march, crippled feet, to the slaughter
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| To the slaughter … |