| Silence can’t save skin and bone
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| Face down the diamonds of crushed glass on stone
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| Sound the warning, hear the marching feet
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| Running out of the shadows, they’re back on the streets
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| The endless slaves of tyranny
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| In flames you’ll fall
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| Give my blood for liberty
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| For one and all
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| Chanting of the same old song
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| Just taunts the memories, of the fallen ones,
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| And when we meet them on the barricades,
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| We’ll get straight to the point at the edge of a blade
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| No tears if we fall by the wayside
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| No tears if we fall on our swords
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| Every nation gathered around us
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| Trust our fury
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| And we’ll rise up tomorrow
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| It’s time to cross the line
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| There’s no retreat
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| We’ll take the streets
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| We’ll never stop
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| Until we beat
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| Trust our fury |