| I can still remember times
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| Of prosperity while staring clear eyed
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| With broad strokes of promise
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| We coloured highlights of our future and
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| Something we’ll never get
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| Until we look back with sincere regret
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| Is our american dream subject to
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| Collapse beneath their density
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| And we’ll break before we bend
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| With tomorrow as yet undetermined
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| You can write your congressmen
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| And take your grievences to the highest level
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| To achieve a common end
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| To serve the bourgeois, the laissez-faire
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| Citizens duty-bound so we play our part
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| If you kill the brain
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| Then you’ll stop the heart
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| And we foster the illusion of a
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| Democratic archetype
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| Can we forge hope from this devastation
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| And bring about participation
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| To stem the apathetic tide
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| Now poised to wash us all away
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| And we break before we bend
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| With tomorrow as yet undetermined
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| We achieve such selfish ends
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| 'Till we concern ourselves with the plight of others
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| You can write your congressmen
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| And fucking spit in the wind
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| For all the good it’ll do you friend
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| We haven’t got the luxury
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| Of neutral oberservation
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| 'Cause when its said and done
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| We stand or fall as one
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| And though the situations grave
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| I think its worth the risk to save
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| This notion of the free
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| And the asylum of the brave |