| We are proud individuals living for the city,
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| But the flames couldn't go much higher.
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| We find Gods and religions to,
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| To paint us with salvation.
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| But no one,
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| No nobody,
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| Can give you the power,
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| To rise over love,
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| And over hate,
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| Through this iron sky,
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| That's fast becoming our minds.
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| Over fear and into freedom.
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| Oh, that's life
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| Left dripping down the walls
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| Of a dream that cannot breathe
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| In this harsh reality
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| Mass confusion spoon fed to the blind
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| Serves now to define our cold society
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| From which we'll rise over love,
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| Over hate,
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| Through this iron sky,
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| That's fast becoming our minds.
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| Over fear and into freedom.
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| You just got to hold on!
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| You just got to hold on!
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| Ohhh ohhhh oh oh
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| (To those who can hear me, I say, do not despair.
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| The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of greed,
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| The bitterness of men who fear the way of human progress.
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| The hate of men will pass, and dictators die,
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| And the power they took from the people will return to the people.
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| And so long as men die, liberty will never perish.
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| Don't give yourselves to these unnatural men -
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| Machine men with machine minds and machine hearts!
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| You are not machines, you are not cattle, you are men!
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| You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful,
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| To make this life a wonderful adventure
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| Let us use that power!
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| Let us all unite!)
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| And we'll rise over love,
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| And over hate,
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| Through this iron sky,
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| That's fast becoming our minds
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| Over fear,
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| Into freedom.
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| Into freedom!
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| From which we'll rise over love,
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| And over hate,
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| Through this iron sky,
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| That's fast becoming our minds
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| Over fear,
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| Into freedom
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| Freedom
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| From which we'll rise over love,
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| And over hate,
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| Through this iron sky,
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| That's fast becoming our minds.
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| Over fear and into freedom.
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| Freedom!
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| Oh!
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| Rain on me!
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| Rain on me!
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| Rain on me! |