| We saw ourselves with greater dreams
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| And learned we could not overcome our disease
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| Skies for spacious obsequious
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| From cradle to grave they deliver to us
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| And rip our hearts from our chest
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| Let’s talk about hope
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| We need a little sympathy
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| I think about my country
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| Through the lens of history
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| Let’s talk about privilege
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| Impeding resolution
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| And one billion hearts entwined in revolution
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| But there’s no substance
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| No exceptional design to see it through
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| Crusade against such ignorance
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| Like moths to a flame without hope or defense
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| Intemperate discord shepherds no reward
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| A traitorous few left to fall on their swords
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| And fight until their dying breath
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| Let’s talk about hope
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| We need a little sympathy
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| I think about my country
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| Through the lens of history
|
| Let’s talk about privilege
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| Impeding resolution
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| And one billion hearts entwined in revolution
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| But there’s no substance
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| No exceptional design to see it through
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| No deeper threat no higher cause
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| No greater pretext to renunciate the letter of the law
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| I’m every woman I’m every man
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| And I’m every non binary hominid in this free and open land
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| See us catch fire not for the faint
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| Hearts disconnected we cannot wait
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| This bitter wind will leave no trace
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| Young hearts in triumph we must erase
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| We must erase |