| I remember we were at the brink of civil war
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| It was written on billboards and metal floors
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| I was crying out the visions I was living for
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| Troubadour on the Titanic, I was still aboard
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| In the face of the opposite force responding
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| Watching crowds move like waters before tsunamis
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| Sides chosen, higher ground’s wide open
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| But me, I’m trying to twist the plot
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| Like it’s origami
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| Will you even say my name?
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| Will you even save my flame?
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| Nothing is the same anymore
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| Did you lose your faith in the law?
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| Or did your pain mean something more?
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| Feeding the feeling of war
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| It will be naked and raw
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| Facing what we thought we were
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| Replace it with what we can trust cuz it hurts
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| Aborting a dream should have never been birthed
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| What, what, what ya gonna do
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls down
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| What, what, what ya gonna do
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls down
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| All falls down
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| Lost that crown
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls…
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| Winter is coming
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| Adrenaline pumping
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| Glasses fogged up and the engine is running
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| But both sides fall when the center is done in |
| And one percent of a hundred will benefit from it
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| Now, who are you, who am I?
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| Brutal lies, computer eyes
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| Troops lined up like it’s do or die
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| Rumors fly
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| Boomerangs beget suicide
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| We’re suffering from mass hypnosis
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| I’m taking you alive
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| Will you even say my name?
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| Will you even save my flame?
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| Nothing is the same anymore
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| Did you lose your faith in the law?
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| Or did your pain mean something more?
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| Feeding the feeling of war
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| It will be naked and raw
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| Facing what we thought we were
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| Replace it with what we can trust cuz it hurts
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| Aborting a dream should have never been birthed
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| What, what, what ya gonna do
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls down
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| What, what, what ya gonna do
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls down
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| All falls down
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| Lost that crown (All falls down)
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| Carnage has gotten us honest
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| And tarnished the crosses we clutched when we fought with the godless
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| And that was the start of our problems
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| Bleed in reverse, false worship has deepened the curse
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| Weren’t ready for last to be first
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| With the panic rehearsed |
| Got our numbers like chapter and verse
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| The faithful retreat from a legion of thugs
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| Who scream with disease in their lungs
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| Raise your hands, shape
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| Shadows on the landscape
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| Moonlight battles for the soul
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| Holy spirits filling you
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| Write letters to your seventh granddaughter
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| All consumed by the resurrection of the blossoms bloomed
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| That will soon die
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| I remember when we saw the writing on the wall
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| United in denial and divided when we fall
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| I was in the middle, I was trying to resolve
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| False symmetries and broken treaties
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| There was an opening, there was an option
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| The spirits were watching, the devil was craving a fight
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| The prophets said there was a clearing beyond right and wrong
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| A conspiracy saving your life
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| What, what ya gonna do
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| What ya gonna do when it all falls down
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| What… |