| We start at the end
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| With the dull echo of the very last steps of a man condemned
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| He spent his last night in a cell with a prayer on his lips like a sad lament
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| Unsure if anybody heard him murmur what he said
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| But he hopes somebody was listening as he asked to repent
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| Dishonoured guest in the death day suit they gave him
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| Doesn’t fit but still they made him
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| Wear it while they prepared him for this solemn occasion
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| As ashamed as he is of the sins he’s committed
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| It still hurts to admit that he’s been forsaken in final paces on his way to
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| meet his maker
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| Now he takes centre stage to a standing ovation
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| Tall shadows make patterns in the torch light
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| On the crowds angry faces
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| Crying out to be entertained
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| Now they’re calling for his blood
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| Looking down on he who’s been judged
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| That they can feel that they’re above
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| Now he feels the cold embrace, of the noose around his neck
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| Looks to the clouds hanging over his head
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| And they watch his body drop hats on hearts or at least over their chest
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| In a strange mark of respect, like he’s already dead
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| We start at the end
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| Let it ring from the steps of the courthouse
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| Verdicts been brought down
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| These are the people we were warned 'bout
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away
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| Let it splash in the headlines, praised or demonised
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| It’s up to us, we will be the ones who will decide
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away
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| We start at the end
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| No details spared as it’s shared inside of a ten page spread
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| Whether to be for or against
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| Well I guess that it all depends
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| Better not make it too complex
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| Let us be united in our contempt
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| Heroes and villains, perps and victims
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| Given to us to assess
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| Special ops raided compound
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| Chopper takes off
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| Bodies drop in the dead of night
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| We decide what real and what’s made up
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| When we wake up to read the headlines
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| See it printed in ink wet like fresh blood on the page
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| A notice posted to the whole world that this is the judgment we made
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| Becoming of age
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| And I’m much the same there’s so many others out there
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| In the global village we live in and this right here is the new town square
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| I can’t pretend that I’m above it cause I can’t look away
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| Like the rest, shaking my head
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| Cause we ain’t past this yet
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| Let it ring from the steps of the courthouse
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| Verdicts been brought down
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| These are the people we were warned 'bout
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away
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| Let it splash in the headlines, praised or demonised
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| It’s up to us, we will be the ones who will decide
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away
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| Let it ring from the steps of the courthouse
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| Verdicts been brought down
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| These are the people we were warned 'bout
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away
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| Let it splash in the headlines, praised or demonised
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| It’s up to us, we will be the ones who will decide
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| Look away, no I can’t look away
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| No I can’t look away, no I can’t look away |