| The bells they were ringing with a beautiful sound
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| A new day rising a way that we found
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| We’re old and settled but we still believe
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| If we don’t march together we die alone
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| We care for our children but don’t mention love
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| We sell them the future and feed them with hope
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| This land will be ours it has been before
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| We’re drunk on the plan to take it again
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| How do they know what we feel when we’re down
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| But together we stuck them all in a cage and they’re captured
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| How do they sleep when they’re drowned
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| In a sea of illusions we take them all one by one and they’re captured
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| A hymn to loners a theme for the poor
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| A marching bands playing a song that we know
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| We’re old and settled but we still believe
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| If we don’t march together we die alone
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| If you climb the stairs to your own private hell
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| I follow you there and I will remain
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| As long as you want to as long as you need
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| I put my marks on your darkest dreams
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| How do they know what we feel when we’re down
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| But together we stuck them all in a cage and they’re captured
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| How do they sleep when they’re drowned
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| In a sea of illusions we take them all one by one and they’re captured
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| A hymn to you — a poor man’s oldest song
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| The land is ours when we’re marching on
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| Hear the angels sing when you step outside
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| Now you come with us and you’re not alone
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| The bells are loud while you step outside
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| Prepare yourself not to come back soon
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| You’re not afraid when they lay you down
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| I put my marks on your darkest dreams
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| Come with us to see the morning sun
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| The bells are loud and we’re on the run
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| You’re not afraid when they lay you down
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| 'Cause you’re not alone |