| In a world full of hypocrites
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| that speak of tolerance and love,
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| it’s hard to find
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| a single one that lives the things they speak of.
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| You speak of love and respect,
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| but there is so much hate in your words.
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| As soon as you disagree,
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| the boundary lines are all lost and blurred.
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| Turn in that crooked smile,
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| seething through gritted teeth.
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| You hide your true intentions,
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| but they’re crystal clear to me.
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| Don’t we all know
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| that crossing a line in the sand
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| will be what unites us?
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| History lies in the palm of our hand.
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| And if death comes knocking.
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| You can tell him that I’m still around.
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| 'Cos I’m here fighting
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| 'til they break these walls to the ground
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| and tear the flag down.
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| Your words have meant nothing,
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| their presence subliminal.
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| You monopolize acceptance
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| and your hatred is criminal.
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| Turn in that crooked smile
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| seething through gritted teeth.
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| You hide your true intentions,
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| but they’re crystal clear to me.
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| Turn in that crooked smile,
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| seething through gritted teeth.
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| You hide your true intentions,
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| but they’re crystal clear to me.
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| Don’t we all know
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| that crossing a line in the sand
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| will be what unites us?
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| History lies in the palm of our hand.
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| And if death comes knocking.
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| You can tell him that I’m still around.
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| 'Cos I’m here fighting
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| 'til they break these walls to the ground
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| And I’m here still fighting,
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| the guns and cannons will sound.
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| If freedom of choice is a god-given right,
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| then who are you
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| to take it away?
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| You pompous Pharisee,
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| you have nothing on me.
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| This is my line in the sand.
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| Tell me, where do you stand?
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| Will you stand up for what’s right
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| or back down from the fight?
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| Victory or death!
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| Victory or death!
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| You hide your true intentions,
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| but they’re crystal clear to me.
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| Don’t we all know
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| that crossing a line in the sand
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| will be what unites us?
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| History lies in the palm of our hand.
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| And if death comes knocking.
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| You can tell him that I’m still around.
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| 'Cos I’m here fighting
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| 'til they break these walls to the ground
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| and tear the flag down. |