| I feel the executioner's breath
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| From my grandfather that evening
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| He continues to tread on his grave
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| And the children educate too
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| murderous rancid minds
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| With the weight of foolishness
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| Ohh it's not a dream anymore
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| We are children of contempt
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| Of the ignorance that you claim
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| Let my life be the price
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| For the deaths you leave
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| There is only one place for silence
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| That life cannot accommodate
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| oh there are many more
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| Ohh and those to come
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| We are no longer all to think
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| We are no longer all to discover
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| We are no longer all to dream
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| We are no longer all to die
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| Just live against the tide, but the goal
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| To share
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| Each indifferent, and how many dead
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| to discover
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| Communists from another century
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| rotting socialism
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| complacent passivity
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| The antitodos are cool
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| Look grandpa, I loved you
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| But I don't know if you will love me
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| Oh this is not the end
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| Ohh just one more battle
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| We are no longer all to think
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| We are no longer all to discover
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| We are no longer all to dream
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| We are no longer all to die
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| Just living against the current, but the goal
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| To share
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| Each indifferent, and how many dead
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| to discover
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| Ohh it's not just disappointment
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| Ohh no claudication
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| Ohh it's not immolation
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| Ohh it's just a song
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| We are no longer all to think
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| We are no longer all to discover
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| We are no longer all to dream
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| We are no longer all to die |