| The time for truth is now gone
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| Hallow words compose a shallow narrative
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| We abrogated our sense of wit and intellect
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| To an instinct low, utterly savage and loathsome
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| We have finally come. |
| And we have come clean with what we want of you
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| This moment of time is ours and we have come clean with what we want
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| And now that we are here, you have our ideals to call your own
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| This moment in time is ours and we have come clean with what you will be
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| «You do not speak to him. |
| You listen to him…
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| The man… he’s enlarged my mind…
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| He can be terrible, he can be terrible, and he can be mean and he can be right
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| He’s fighting the war. |
| He’s a great man…
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| You don’t judge him like an ordinary man
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| Civilization only comes through him
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| And his security only comes through you.»
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| There was never an intent to exit
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| And there is not now
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| There was never an intent to exit
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| And there won’t be soon
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| There was never an intent to exit
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| And there will be none
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| There was never an intent to exit
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| Iraq of America
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| (There is nothing. There is no hope.)
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| Wake up. |
| Open your eyes
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| A stake in the cradle of civilization
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| At the expense of civilization itself
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| An objective for decades finally achieved
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| Two hundred years of progress back to the savage mind |