| Dressed in the chains we’ve chosen to strife
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| We got to stay in our prisons for the rest of our lives
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| We got to pray for severance…
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| Wake in disgrace of the fate in our hands
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| We got the fire in our hearts and our heads in the sand
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| We got to pay remembrance…
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| It sleeps in the heart of every man
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| And as we walk in our trance hide as best as we can
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| We all need our innocence…
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| Blessed with the pain we have chosen to hide
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| We got to stay inside our walls for the rest of the night
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| Below the wheels of reverence…
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| Where can we meet when the war left behind
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| When a mother blind with grief has abandoned her child
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| We got to leave in difference…
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| Swear this morning lights the hour
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| Embrace a different sky
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| Divide the sun from the blind!
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| Swear your sorrow blinds the hour
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| Inhale a different light
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| Divide the stars from the night!
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| The river flows, the morning cries the end
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| The wind won’t blow, to sanctify defense
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| The tears you show, are violation sent
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| Swear this morning lights the hour
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| Embrace a different sky
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| Divide the sun from the blind!
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| Swear your morning light devours
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| To wave the world goodbye
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| Exile the sun from your life! |