| A mother lives in mourning
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| Another soul for sale
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| By the grace of God I’m calling
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| Coldly, bold and pale
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| You’ve come with no warning
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| And left me in despair
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| Bleed the brave and the innocent to death
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| You’re not fooling me
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| Raise up that false flag
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| For all the world to see
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| Break our backs, break our hearts
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| But you’re never gonna break me
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| Tear down that false flag
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| And burn it in the streets
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| There’s blood in the streets
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| A lost generation blaming those before
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| A Judas of creation
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| A damning course of war
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| We rival for the few
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| Who split us all in two
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| Confrontation and damnation
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| The finger points at you
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| You’re not fooling me
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| Raise up that false flag
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| For all the world to see
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| Break our backs, break our hearts
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| But you’re never gonna break me
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| Tear down that false flag
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| And burn it in the streets
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| There’s blood in the streets
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| There’s blood in the streets
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| Don’t take me down
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| I’ve seen it now
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| The beast that you feed
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| Alive in the streets
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| You’re not fooling me
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| Raise up that false flag
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| For all the world to see
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| Break our backs, break our hearts
|
| But you’re never gonna break me
|
| Tear down that false flag
|
| And burn it in the streets
|
| There’s blood in the streets
|
| You’ve come with no warning
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| And left me in despair
|
| Bleed the brave and the innocent
|
| The finger points at you
|
| You’re not fooling me
|
| Raise up that false flag
|
| For all the world to see
|
| Break our backs, break our hearts
|
| But you’re never gonna break me
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| Tear down that false flag
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| And burn it in the streets
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| There’s blood in the streets
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| (Tear down that false flag)
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| There’s blood in the streets
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| (Tear down that false flag)
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| Break our backs, break our hearts
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| But you’re never gonna break me
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| Never gonna break me
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| (Tear down that false flag)
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| You’re won’t break me |