| How do you bury the skull of your country?
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| How do you bury a nation of fears?
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| Where you gonna hide your love through long years of dying?
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| Give me a tombstone and a wreath of all your tears
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| There’s a black day dawning
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| There’s a corpse in mourning
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For your tin can graveyard
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For your tin foil savior
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| Girl:
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Turn around, bright eyes! |
| …
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| There are drones on fire screaming
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| There are bloodshot rivers steaming
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| Let the final dance begin now
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| We’re outlaw sons now
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| Girl:
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For the blood on the highways
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For the new war each day
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For the skies are hungry
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| Girl:
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| Turn around
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| Boy:
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| For the end is thirsty
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| Girl:
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Turn around, bright eyes!
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| Turn around, bright eyes! |
| … |