| When I look outside my window
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| I see the flag of truth is stained and torn
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| When I listen to the wind blow
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| I can hear the whisper of a rising storm
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| Who are you now, madman?
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| Sad man, who are you now?
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| Who are we now, fireman?
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| Retireman, who are we now?
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| Who are you now, now, now?
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| Who are you now, now, now?
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| What do you know, know, know?
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| What do you know, know, know?
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| I can hear the people talking
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| I can read the ugly writings on the wall
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| Are you prey or are you stalking?
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| And it feels like doom is waiting for its call
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| What do you know, madness?
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| Sadness, what do you know?
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| What do we know, blindness?
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| Kindness, what do we know?
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| What do you know?
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| What do you know?
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| Who are you now, now, now?
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| Who are you now, now, now?
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| What do you know, know, know?
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| What do you know, know, know?
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| What do you know? |