| Hear the sound of the falling rain
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| coming down like an armageddon flame (hey!)
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| the shame, the ones who died without a name
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| Hear the dogs howlin' out of key
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| to a hymn called faith and misery (hey!)
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| and bleed, the company lost the war at day
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| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
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| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives
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| on holiday.
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| Hear the drum pounding out of time
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| another protestor has crossed the line (hey!)
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| to find, the money’s on the other side
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| Can i get another amen (amen!)
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| there’s a flag wrapped around a score of men (hey!)
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| a gag, a plastic bag on a monument
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| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
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| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives
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| on holiday.
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| «The representative from California has the floor»
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| Zeig heil to the president gasman
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| bombs away is your punishment
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| pulverize the eiffel tower
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| who criticize your government
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| bang bang goes the broken glass and
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| kill all the fags that don’t agree
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| trials by fire setting fire
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| is not a way that’s meant for me
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| just cause, just cause because we’re outlaws yeah!
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| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
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| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives
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| I beg to dream and differ from the hollow lies
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| this is the dawning of the rest of our lives
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| this is our lives on holiday. |