| Up ahead in the distance I can hear the cannon blast
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| Questioning who killed the king still
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| Echoing from the past
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| Freedom rings the bullet slings shot
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| Out into the night
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| Baby’s dead the headline read
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| Who’s gonna stop the fight
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| Let the lightening flash
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| And let the thunder rumble
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| Let it burn the flesh of the
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| Proud and humble
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| Let the earth take its turn
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| And burst at the seams
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| In my redemption dream
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| Who cares if Armageddon’s coming
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| We lit the fires and started running
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| Just like the children who carry the blame
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| Who brought the mission
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| Burning down in flames
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| Throwing stones, stepping on a crack
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| Oh no, your mama can never take you back
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| Into the womb the break was clean
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| In my redemption dream
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| How many days how many nights
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| How many souls, How many lives
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| We take the chain and break the chain
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| Let’s make a change
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| In my redemption dream
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| When does the nightmare stop
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| When does the dream begin
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| Go ask the street vendor
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| «Hey, when does the fruit stop rotting?»
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| The prince of peace was overthrown
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| By a seductive king
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| The olive branch when the dove was slain
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| Washed away downstream
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| Take the chain and break the chain
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| And make a change
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| In my redemption dream |