| It’s another eight years of the same bloody fears
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| As the engine that grinds to a halt
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| No more of this rhetoric, our words they are septic
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| There’s blood on the hands of us all
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| So let’s tune ourselves out
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| Dig our heads in the ground
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| We’ll watch as the tide drifts away
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| Drop holier life
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| Kiss your beautiful wife
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| It’s gonna all end with a punch
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| Oh, I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| A shout away like it was yesterday
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| I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| And away we shout once more
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| There’s no black without tan said the fiery young man
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| With a vengeance he’ll never let go
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| His mother and father, their parents before them
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| All dreamt of a place to call home
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| But hope is the killer
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| To those who died willing
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| May they rest
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| In their peace
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| We now break
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| Oh now hope
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| Is none the wiser
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| It breaks bread
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| With the mindless
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| There’s no ghosts
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| Only bodies
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| Haunt the grave
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| Haunt the grave
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| Oh, I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| A shout away like it was yesterday
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| I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| And away we shout once more
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| But maybe I’m wrong, but I’ve tried all along
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| To make sense of this hell up above
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| Our pockets still empty, the virus now spreading
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| The joy of this madness behold
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| So say that our sins, we had none to begin
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| For as mortals we baptize the soul
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| There’s always a day when you hear someone say
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| With the young tell me it’s a joke
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| It’s no joke
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| Oh, I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| A shout away like it was yesterday
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| I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| And away we shout once more
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| I said hope, still a shout away
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| I said hope, still a shout away
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| I said hope, still a shout away
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| And away we shout once more
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| Once more
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| Ahh, I said hope
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| It’s still a shout away
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| And away we shout once more |