| We are the force to bring another day
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| We are the order in the disarray
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| We are forgiveness and we are love
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| We are the sword and we are the dove
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| And if this thing stops breathing
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| And if this thing blew up today
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| We did it our way
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| The chain reaction is the only truth
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| We push and pull but always stay in place
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| We set our course, now we’re just passing through
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| We bred the worst and and so the worst comes true
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| And if this thing stopped turning
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| We wouldn’t notice anyway
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| We’ll fan it while it’s burning
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| Then look for something else to blame
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| We’ll take what’s left and we’ll sell it
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| As little souveneirs, of what before was here
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| You know once we’ve done it we’ll do it again
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| It all starts over, suspicion and an eye for an eye
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| We notice difference and vanity starts setting in
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| Then arrogance, and we’re all to pretty to die |