| One spot on an empty canvas
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| One chair in an empty room
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| No place for a revolution
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| No hope if the signs are true
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| We stand at the edge of something
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| Will we ever know what it is?
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| Hold on 'cause the wind is rising
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| And we can’t get away from it
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| We’re in shock from the failed emotion
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| No cause in a shadow land
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| We sing while the city’s burning
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| No room, no escape, no plan
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| We all never thought it would end this way
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| And we need a hero
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| To save us from ourselves
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| We need a hero
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| To save us from ourselves
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| Save us from ourselves
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| Save us from our fear
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| When the sirens wail, we need a hero here
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| We hide on our knees in silence
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| Maybe God doesn’t hear at all
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| And the wait overtakes the violence
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| And we watch as the giants fall
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| We’re not gonna let it end this way
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| And we need a hero
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| To save us from ourselves
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| We need a hero
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| To save us from ourselves
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| Save us from ourselves
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| Save us from our fear
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| When the sirens wail, we need a hero here
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| Save us form ourselves
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| Save us from our fear
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| When the sirens wail, we need a hero here
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| Save us from ourselves
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| Save us from our fear
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| When the sirens wail, we need a hero here
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| Save us from ourselves
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| Save us from our fear
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| When the sirens wail, we need a hero
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| Save us, save us from ourselves (save us from our fear)
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| Save us from ourselves (We need a hero) |