| Our fathers that built this land
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| Is now broken and second hand
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| Our mothers that shaped this land
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| Is heart broken by its dead hand
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| Don’t let the colours blind you
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| Don’t
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| Don’t let the hatred find you
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| Cross the border
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| Welcome to your new home
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| Last in order
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| Welcome to being alone
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| There’s a flag that I love for what it was
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| It was a flag that I proudly raised because
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| It gave you freedom — but you hate it
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| They wave it back but with hatred
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| Our fathers that built this land
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| Is now broken and second hand
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| Our mothers that shaped this land
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| Is heart broken by its dead hand
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| They stand there with open arms
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| And closed hearts
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| Don’t want to see
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| Don’t want to know
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| Let it be, let the fire grow
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| Don’t want to see
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| Don’t want to know
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| Let it be, let the fire grow
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| Let the fire grow
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| There’s a flag that I love for what it was
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| It was a flag that I proudly raised because
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| It gave you freedom — but you hate it
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| They wave it back but with hatred
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| It gave you freedom — but you hate it
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| And just a glimpse of light
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| Can cloud that longing fright
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| Through and through that lasting blight
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| Through and through that lasting blight
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| Don’t let the colours blind you
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| Don’t let the hatred find you
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| And just a glimpse of light
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| Can cloud that longing fright
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| Through and through that lasting blight
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| Through and through that lasting blight |