| There’s a struggle coming but
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| To conquer, first they must divide
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| The machines keep humming night and day
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| How are we so unaware?
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| Why are you not afraid?
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| Protests are drumming
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| While you turn your nose
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| And roll your eyes
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| Knee-jerk reactions so ingrained
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| Judging from an arm chair
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| There is hate and there is love
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| And there is loss
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| But there is light
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| There is dark, then there is us
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| And whether this world burns
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| Is none of your concern
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| Caught up in a ticker-tape parade
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| But I have learned to stand up
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| And just to walk away
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| Sometimes the cold hearts aren’t
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| Worth the love or the hate
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| Learn to let go
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| Learn to walk away
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| Up from the shadows
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| I’m seduced by the light of the flame
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| But this time I’m here to stay
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| Gunpowder residue
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| Bright lights and turpentine
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| True colors shining through
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| As we are stripped of our exteriors
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| Because there is hate and there
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| Is love and there is loss
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| But there is right
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| And there is wrong then
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| There is us, we’re falling
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| Until we learn to stand up
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| And just to walk away
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| Sometimes the cold hearts aren’t
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| Worth the love or the hate
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| Learn to let go
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| Learn to walk away
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| Out from the shadows
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| I’m seduced by the
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| Light of the flame
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| This time I’m here to stay
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| Feet first into the quicksand
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| Every day we are surrendering
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| Never straying from the game plan
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| I keep hoping you will take
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| My hand and stand up
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| The water’s overflowing
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| The walls are breaking
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| But I will wait here knowing
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| That we can make it
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| And there’s a light still glowing
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| A light I’m chasing
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| I’ve been lost before
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| And I have been led astray
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| But this time I’m here to stay |