| In troubled times
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| It’s hard to get straight answers
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| Between the lines
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| That border wrong or right
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| The homeland cries
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| It struggles with confusion
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| But this feelin' still remains
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| Like shelter from the rain
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| We live of faith
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| In the hands of those who guide us
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| And tear the page
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| On the fear we left behind
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| We set the pace
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| For every born survivor
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| Don’t turn the other way
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| When I need to hear you say
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| Allies with our backs against the wall
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| I will answer when you call
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| And take on the odds
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| For what we believe is true
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| Allies in a world of too much choice
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| I only need your voice
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| To tell me you care
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| I’ll be anywhere for you, allies
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| We search our hearts
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| To justify the reason
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| And draw the line
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| To meet somewhere halfway
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| If faith is blind
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| Through darkness it will guide us
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| Cause the spirit still remains
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| With the keepers of the flame
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| Allies with our backs against the wall
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| I will answer when you call
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| And take on the odds
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| For what we believe is true
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| In a world of too much choice
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| I only need your voice
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| To tell me you care
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| I’ll be anywhere for you, allies
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| Allies with our backs against the wall
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| I will answer when you call
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| And take on the odds
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| For what we believe is true
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| Allies in a world of too much choice
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| I only need your voice
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| To tell me you care
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| I’ll be anywhere for you, allies |