| Echo echo one-nine
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| Hear the call through fault lines
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| Smoke signals, old rhymes
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| Shorted lights in store signs
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| Spelled in a broken code
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| Find that it is time to
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| Breath, build, bend, and refine you
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| We sky tenants
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| Give it all but wont give up
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| Radio soul antennas
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| Radio to lift spirits
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| Call sign commando
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| M.o. |
| is independence
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| Scream till the walls fall,
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| Dissolve all the limits
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| Occupied minds
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| Unemployed skills
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| Desolation
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| Worn out
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| Torn down
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| Just for now thrill seekers
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| Slanging
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| Test tube babies in beakers
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| Where gun blasts pump straight from the speakers
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| The system where the
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| Poor get poorly paid
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| To hold the ladder
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| Where the rich get ricocheted
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| Into the stratosphere
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| And in between people are rushin' like vladimir
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| With metals to make their status clear
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| Get us out of here
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| We need heroes
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| Build them
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| Don't put your fist up
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| Fill them
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| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
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| We're the architects of our last stand
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| We need heroes
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| Build them
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| Don't put your fist up
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| Fill them
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| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
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| We're the architects of our last stand
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| There's a war going on for your mind
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| Those who seek to occupy it will stop at nothing
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| The battlefield is everywhere
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| There is no sanctuary
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| There are no civilians
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| You have two choices
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| Surrender or enlist
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| What kind of person are you
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| Always the first to argue
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| Or never down to stick your neck out
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| Cause it hurts you far too much
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| To see your rep suffer
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| Set you up a buffer
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| Well neither is enough for us cut from a tougher brand of duct tape
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| The propaganda's stuck on us like sock pajamas
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| Spread like a virus
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| Through accepted thoughts and proper manners
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| But off the cameras
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| Somethings simmering across the land
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| About to bubble up
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| And knock the lids off of the pots and pans
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| We are non stop juggernauts
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| Stomp ziggurats
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| Spit manifestos
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| By terabytes and gigawatts
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| Shock paradigms
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| Give sense to a score
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| Throw thoughts through the sky
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| Activate twenty more
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| In these high and dry times
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| Expectorate on dogma
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| Pragmatic sycophants
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| Divide and conquer
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| We build bridges offer
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| Hard work and prosper
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| As hand made heroes brought to you by no sponsors
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| We need heroes
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| Build them
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| Don't put your fist up
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| Fill them
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| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
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| We're the architects of our last stand
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| We need heroes
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| Build them
|
| Don't put your fist up
|
| Fill them
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| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
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| We're the architects of our last stand
|
| We need heroes
|
| Build them
|
| Don't put your fist up
|
| Fill them
|
| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
|
| We're the architects of our last stand
|
| We need heroes
|
| Build them
|
| Don't put your fist up
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| Fill them
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| Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
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| We're the architects of our last stand
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| All free minds to the front
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| All free minds to the front
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| We call upon women
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| We call upon children
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| We call upon the handicapped
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| The infirmed
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| The weak of heart
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| We need your courage
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| Your dedication
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| Your passion
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| Your conviction
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| Gather up your platinum
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| Melt it down
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| Gather up your gold
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| Melt it down
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| Gather up your silver
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| Your bronze
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| Your aluminum
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| Melt it down
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| Melt it down
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| Melt it down |