| I awoke from a nightmare
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| In a fit, conscious yet slow
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| Cold sweat and colder air
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| Blinding flashes cast a shadow
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| Before the sound hit the square
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| The end of it all
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| They kept you from your TV screens
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| With sleight of hand
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| I dreamt of a lifeless rock
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| A cratered wasteland
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| It’s not just an alternate reality
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| I saw the bombs fall
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| It’s not just overseas
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| I saw the bombs fall
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| Are we really that far away?
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| I might not live to see
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| That this is only a dream
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| Is it really too hard to recall what brought the end of it all?
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| We lost our chance to rewrite history
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| Rewrite history
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| A path void of heroes
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| The abysmal waste of what could have been
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| Discerning only ones and zeroes
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| There’s still space between for them
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| Peel back what covers your ears
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| Hear that a nation is crying out for mercy
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| Mercy
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| Before it’s too late for them
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| To raise us up
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| Mercy
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| Before it’s too late for them
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| Mercy
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| Are we really that far away?
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| I might not live to see
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| That this is only a dream
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| Is it really too hard to recall what brought the end of it all?
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| We lost our chance
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| We lost our chance to rewrite history
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| Between the bodies and trenches and the blistering sky
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| It’s not just overseas
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| I saw the bombs fall
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| I saw the bombs fall |