| Now, the towers have fallen
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| So much dust in the air
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| It affected your vision
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| Couldn’t see yourself clear
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| From the fall came such choices
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| Even worse than the fall
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| There’s this chain of consequences
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| Within, without
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| Action, cause and reaction
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| Never follows to plan
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| Black swans on your picnic table
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| Knocking over the jam
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| Please don’t preach me forgiveness
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| You’re hardwired for revenge
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| War is just about business
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| Within, without
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| Hey ma, the boys in body bags
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| Coming home in pieces
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| Hey ma, the boys in body bags
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| Coming home in pieces
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| Hey ma, the boys in body bags
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| Coming home in pieces
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| Coming home in pieces
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| War, war, war, war
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| The dead live on within us
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| Keep your fingers crossed
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| We were choking on the smoke and the dust
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| And the lives that were lost
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| Scratch the surface of liberals
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| There’s a beast underneath
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| Others hiding their Jekyll’s
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| Within, without
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| Hey ma, the boys in body bags
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| Coming home in pieces
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| Hey ma, the boys in body bags
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| Coming home in pieces
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| War, war, war, war
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| I can feel the daylight
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| I can feel the day lightning on me, lightning on me
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| I can feel the daylight
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| I can feel the day lightning on me, falling on me |