| From the comfort zone of history
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| On the lips of trusted loved ones
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| To the lonely, fragile minds of angry youths
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| No sooner was it over
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| Than the memory made it nobler
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| The selective means by which to point the view
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| Compelled, but not defeated
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| Surrender under protest if you must
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| Compelled, but not defeated
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| If it’s all you can remember
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| Then it’s been that way forever
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| And for six long generations it’s been told
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| But among the fallen was tradition
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| That tradition was the mission
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| And that the wrongness of the sin was not the goal
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| Does the color really matter?
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| On the face you blame for failure
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| On the shamin' for a battle’s losing cause
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| If the victims and aggressors
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| Just remain each others others
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| And the instigators never fight their own
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| Compelled, but not defeated
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| Surrender under protest if you must
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| Compelled, but not defeated
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| Surrender under protest if you must
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| Surrender under protest if you must |