| reedom held as a standard, for those who dare.
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| In a world full of madness are those who care.
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| Silence draws no applause
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| for the blood that stains their causes,
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| but there"s freedom for those who dare.
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| Villified by opponents in times of need.
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| Those without true commitment will not succeed.
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| Those who strive for an aim
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| must beware the way is painful.
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| Liberation for those who dare.
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| Ringed in a field of fire, (fire — fire)
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| strung on a web of wire,
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| lashed by a wind of steel,
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| eyes scorched, but hands can"t feel.
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| Front line of politicians,
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| linguists but not magicians.
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| Service without concession,
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| faces without expression.
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| Hooded eyed underground from the blades of light.
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| Can"t be found, not a sound in the dead of night.
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| Panic grips whitened lips, fortune smiles and forune trips them.
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| Liberation for those who dare.
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| Those with nerve torn by tension can"t hesitate.
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| Eyes ablaze with perfection must cool to slate.
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| Hands are damp, muscles cramp,
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| skill explodes with practised timing.
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| And there"s freedom for those who dare.
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| Liberation for those who care.
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| Victory for those who dare. |