| Just a normal day riding the bus
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| With a hundred pounds of the most potent C4
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| A man takes a stand with a trigger in his hand
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| Thirty lives vaporised all over the floor
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| «Just Cause» may contradict the laws
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| But the murder’s been justified in the eyes of their gods
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| Oil, blood, and limbs scattered amongst the debris
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| It’s urban chaos of the highest degree
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| To strive for vengeance in the night they spawn
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| Killing sprees they laid their plans upon
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| Fight for the freedom, die for their land
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| Slaughtering the hostages that they have at hand
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| Politics make casualties out of innocent lives
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| The evil brews as a new plan arrives
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| Slowly as the media settles back down
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| Another explosion will soon shred the town
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| The people burning inside because they know
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| The oppressor’s only winning because of their backbone
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| An enemy whom they swore they will kill again
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| Blast radius; |
| a promise they won’t break or bend
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| Distraught for vengeance in the night they spawn
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| Killing sprees they laid their plans upon
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| Fight for the freedom, die for their land
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| Taking back their country any which they can |