| Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief;
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| Abandon my friends, my home
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| Losing my mother tongue
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| But I will bear this heavy loss
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| Former brothers calling me betrayer
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| And burned the words we wrote
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| I will overcome
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| Solaced by this certainty this delusion will fade
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| Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence
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| The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun
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| In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face
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| Seems like a savior’s smile to you
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| An army of lost sons still hidden in the dark
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| A voice of an enslaved nation
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| A force of banished daughters
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| We have to stay the course
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| Consistent, without anguish
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| We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside;
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| But with burning hearts we shall recur
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| Our words of reason, lost in the roar of the cadence
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| The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun
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| In the scattered light of all your torches his rotten face
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| Seems like a savior’s smile to you |