| Woke before the morning sun
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| I found it tucked beneath the hills
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| I sat and watched it rise
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| It hit the sky and burst to flames
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| The lotus flower’s
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| Got me thinking bout the way that we live
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| I’ve got this feeling
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| It’s gonna stop
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| Driven by religion
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| Running backwards down a one way road
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| A course collision, split decision
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| Trying to save your soul
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| Manifest Destiny
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| Is just a fancy word for murder
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| I’ve got this feeling
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| It’s gonna stop
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| A billion faces running round my head
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| All got opinions but they don’t mean shit
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| Keep dropping bombs until the whole world’s dead
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| They said it’s all been done and it’s all been said
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| They’ll turn this message into a pop movement
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| A fashion statement, call it politics
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| You can mark my words they’ll put a spin on it
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| They say it’s all been done
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| Look outside the box my friend
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| You heart’s been dead since who knows when
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| It seems we’ve missed the mark
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| Lost all hope and given in
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| Pack up the suitcase
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| Take that handkerchief and wipe off your chin
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| The fear that drives you
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| Needs to be stopped
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| Fell into a daze
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| And found my mind was gone and laid to waste
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| A battle ground indeed
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| Where holy wars have taken place
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| I saw the sun set watched it travel down
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| And tear through the ground
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| The hate that drives us
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| Needs to be stopped |