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| There’s a growing feeling blowing through the times
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| Raising up our cries and burning up our minds
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| Up to screaming skies and into every heart
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| Breaking down these wall and tearing hate apart
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| Burning within my, still my, set mind
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| Calling to my, unendine, like kind
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| Burning in my… In my head
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| Raising up my… Up my flag
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| You’ve been telling lies to people that are blind
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| To your hidden tricks and evil amber brine
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| We are people not a number on your slate
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| In imperfect world that needs us and out fate
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| Burning within my, sing high, still life
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| Calling to my, defendine, like kind
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| Burning in my… In my head
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| Raising up my… Up my flag
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| Burning in my… In my head
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| Raising up the smoke that bring you in
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| Master spider
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| Master spider
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| Master spider
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| Master spider
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| Burning in my… In my head
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| Burning for my… For my flag
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| Raising up my… Up my flag
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