| Align yourself
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| With the freedmen
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| How can you deny this ground
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| You sold your flesh
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| Tell yourself that you’re a free man
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| Tear your vestments the slave becomes the crown
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| The thirst filled us the worst years of
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| Birth and death were held by threads
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| The turning set about the pages saw escape
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| The filth of years beneath our fingers washed away
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| Then gold within our ears drew figures and erased
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| The wretched lost their way; |
| they’re standing here today
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| Resist with wounded eyes, wide awake but dead inside
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| You’re breaking my heart; |
| You’re breaking my heart
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| Standing here the audience will tear me all apart
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| The hardened answers you planned fell apart
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| So blanket me, so you can see, you’ve broken my heart
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| So I will tell you one last thing, intertwine us for history
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| It will seal our fates, but I take my place
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| Your rigid throats proclaim the righteous written word
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| But you cut out the veins, and now you sleep with her
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| It’s dripping from your mouths; |
| It’s pouring from your skin
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| The lust of power takes you, and the stench has settled in
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| You have ground your teeth craving control
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| I see what’s waiting for me, and it’s beautiful so beautiful
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| I can’t stop these words they all just rush to me
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| But I guess I’ve lost my senses there’s just so much to see
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| Many times in my life I doubted your words
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| But here I am, and everything I’ve heard is true
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| And it’s you, so beautiful
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| Beautiful to me |