| There was a time when ignorance made
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| our innocence strong
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| There was a time when we all thought
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| we could do no wrong
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| There was a time, so long ago
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| there was a time
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| But here we are in the calm before the storm
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| While the orchestra plays, they build barricades
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| to help close the doors
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| While the musician sings, the holocaust rings
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| cymbals of war
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| In the cities we stare at the things that were there
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| and no longer are and in our hearts
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| Here we are again in the calm before the storm, oh
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| There was a time when we had an idea
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| whose time hadn’t come
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| They kept changing its name, so we could still pretend
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| it was not really gone
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| We heard our screams turn into song
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| and back into screams again and here we are again
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| Here we are in the calm before the storm, oh
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| Here we are, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm
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| Here we are, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm
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| Here we are, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm
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| Here we are, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm, hey
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| Here we are, here, here we are, here
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| in the calm before the storm
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| Here we are, here, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm
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| Here we are, here we are
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| in the calm before the storm |