| The race still is on, they’re trying to bring us down
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| Broken and battered still no one can quench
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| Our will to live, the strength that burns within
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| And though seasons change, nevertheless we’re the same
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| Churned by the fire that stirs in our hearts
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| Hard as a rock into the flames we walk
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| We’re thrown to the side, refused and denied
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| We live off the spirit that never will die
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| We’re the outcast, society’s last, a titanic mass
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| The roaring class on fire, flames, fury
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| The titanic mass
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| Fire, flame
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| The titanic mass
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| Our right and our say, they’re trying to take away
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| Ours is the story that no one will tell
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| We should be taught, to remain in the dark
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| We’re thrown to the side, refused and denied
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| We live off the spirit that never will die
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| We’re the outcast, society’s last, a titanic mass
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| The roaring class on fire, flames, fury
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| The titanic mass
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| Fire, flame
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| The titanic mass
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| Fire, flames, fury
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| The titanic
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| Fire, flames, fury
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| The titanic mass
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| Fire, flames
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| The titanic mass |