| To those freedom ensnared
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| A dying breed to the true heir
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| Resurrect and testify
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| I was born to live free or die
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| Why consult the grave about the breathing
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| When I feel your heart still beating
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| It’s a counter intuitive love
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| You are not indentured servants to lust
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| This is not a prayer to be blessed
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| This is a prayer to be broken
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| I do not fear what they fear
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| Till the end I’m singing
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| From shadows, valley low, we march into the mend
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| Through hollows, I won’t stop singing till the end
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| From shadows, valley low, we march into the mend
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| Through hollows, I won’t stop singing till the end
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| Speak
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| You were writhing in shackles
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| Tripping on plot holes
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| I can hear your voice begin to shake
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| You were birthing in my dreams
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| Hell’s newborn nightmare asleep
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| From shadows, valley low, we march into the mend
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| Through hollows, I won’t stop singing till the end
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| From shadows, valley low, we march into the mend
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| Through hollows, I won’t stop singing till the end
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| To those freedom ensnared
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| A dying breed to the true heir
|
| Resurrect and testify
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| I was born to live free or die
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| Till the end
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| Live free or die
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| Till the end
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| Live free or die
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| Till the end |