| Who we are, what we should do, what we’ll receive, when the work is through
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| I’ve been touched by the hand of fate
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| The winds of change fuel the flames of hate
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| Sometimes I wonder why we’re the only ones, who see the real solution and know
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| what must be done
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| I’m a martyr and I’ll die for the cause
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| I live by our own set of laws
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| You say you’re blessed, he’s smiling down on you. |
| You’ll always win,
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| no matter what we do
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| You’re so naive, you’ve never seen a war
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| Devastate your county, desecrate your shore
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| Cities burned down, bodies lying in the street
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| Children dying, no food left to eat
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| Soon you will know, a little of our pain, we’ve nothing to lose and everything
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| to gain
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| I’m a martyr and I’ll die for the cause
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| I live by our own set of laws
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| The groundwork has been laid
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| The final hand is played
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| You say that we’re not right, you say it’s an unholy fight
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| Well I say theres no right or wrong
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| There’s only you the weak ---- And us the strong
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| Somewhere In Middle America:
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| The mall is crowded, people everywhere
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| Tending to their business, of me they’re unaware
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| Just an old man sitting down for a rest
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| With 40 sticks of dynamite strapped to his chest
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| I hear his voice again calling out to me --
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| «When it is over is when you’ll be free!»
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| So with a smile and a prayer to my lord, I push this button and go to my reward |