| In this book of days we wrote there are no missing entries
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| We watched capital crimes take place right in front of out hand-picked sentries
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| This procession has gone on too long
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| Marching step by step behind the brass baton
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| Thing you can’t follow always try to include you
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| Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you
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| Don’t stand down
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| In this book of years we read there are no torn out pages
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| We watched waves of fear and dread proclaimed by our own state sages
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| Everyone becomes content with lesser joys
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| Maybe now it’s time to disclaim the national noise
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| Thing you can’t follow always try to include you
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| Signals so hollow, broadcast just to delude you
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| Don’t stand down |