| To make way for a forest
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| We’ll rip up your trees
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| To give you life
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| We need to see you bleed
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| As soon as it stands
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| We’re here to tear it down
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| We’ll bury your village
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| Grind it into the ground
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| Out of the rubble
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| You’ll just build it again
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| Till our bulldozers rumble
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| Turn it back into sand
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| We’ll circle your graveyard
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| Once we’ve pummeled the rest
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| Pitch your tents over corpses
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| Yeah, to us, it’s a test
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| Find a way just like always
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| To crush what you’ve made
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| And you’ll rebuild from the wreckage
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| While we sharpen the blade
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| We can keep doing this
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| Till one of us blink
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| And your eyelids are weaker
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| When you live on the brink
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| It’s our birthright, our privilege
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| From above, handed down
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| Plus it’s for your own good
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| You’ll love your new town
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land
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| This land is our land |