| When I see all those people
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| Face down, lying to the floor
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| Paralyzed by the fear of a dreadful invader
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| When I see that the fire and the flames are burning everything
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| I can’t help but to wonder, what is this decay?
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| Don’t play the hero
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| There is no past, there is no future
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| This open wound will kill us all
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| The blood on our hands will dry before the sunset
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| And recall us the price to pay
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| For freedom, in a place that is no home to us
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| Come and see the blood on the streets
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| The children playing through the dead
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| A circle with no end, with no God
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| Because underneath different skies
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| We are all born the same
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| The only difference that I see
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| Is the rulers from above
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| Don’t play the hero
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| There is no past, there is no future
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| This open wound will kill us all
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| The blood on our hands will dry before the sunset
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| And recall us the price to pay
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| For freedom, in a place that is no home to us
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| Step aside and see
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| The price of fake democracy
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| The path that they know to follow
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| We can’t behead the king for them
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| They know the way |