| As silence takes hold of the free
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| As a breaking point is spotted
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| Timing is set and the pace is found
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| Bombs and bullets will say it clear
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| The confrontation on foreign territory
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| We fought and bled and died
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| To no avail
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| We cried and fell and burned
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| To no avail
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| We fought and bled and died
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| To no avail
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| We cried and fell and burned
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| We did not reach the heart with our dagger
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| The invasion remains intact
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| And we realize our reality is demanding
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| We must find their powrs source
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| We fought and bled and did
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| To no avail
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| We cried and fell and burned
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| To no avail
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| We fought and bled and died
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| To no avail
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| We cried and fell and burned |