| I am all alone 50 feet beneath the city
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| That I call my own while it eats my soul
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| Why did we stay, mourning our future
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| Living for today does take its toll
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| But why should I pray for divine intervention
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| I have found a way not to be destroyed
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| While I believe in my own revolution
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| I will always be free inside my prison cell
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| No way to hide, nowhere to run
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| A secret war has just begun
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| Though wretched and disorganised
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| We reject their compromise
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| No turning back, no giving in
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| Freedom of choice declared a sin
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| Who wants to be a Stepford Wife
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| We’re fighting for our way of life
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| Sometimes I doubt — did I make the right choice?
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| I had an easy life full of pretence
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| Never had to fear what’s around the corner
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| I’d just play charades with my fake friends
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| But it wasn’t enough and it never will be
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| With the rules so tough you had to be on guard
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| Living in a world of constant surveillance
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| Where every word you say could seal your fate
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| No way to hide, no turning back, nowhere to run
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| A war for our way of life has just begun |