| The days have grown long
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| And the nights have grown cold
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| We once were young and strong
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| Now we’re weakened and old
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| We came to this land
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| In search of freedom
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| And put in its place
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| A new breed of kingdom
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| Alive, but we’re dying
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| We’re silent, but we’re crying out in pain
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| Been waiting for a savior to rise again
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| Once this was a place for heroes
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| Now they’re all just counting zeros, and my life
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| Is nothing more than a line in the sand
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| They put out our eyes
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| With visions of grandeur
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| And cut out our tongus
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| With the bitter taste of failur
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| They covered our ears
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| With the promise of freedom
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| And we ransomed our souls
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| For Gods we believed in
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| Alive, but we’re dying
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| We’re silent, but we’re crying out in pain
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| Been waiting for a savior to rise again
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| Once this was a place for heroes
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| Now they’re all just counting zeros, and my life
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| Is nothing more than a line in the sand
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| Now I ask you, can we stand up as one
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| And go after our freedom
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| Rectify the façade
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| Of a free nation
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| Destroy the golden shackles
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| Awaiting our children
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| Alive, but we’re dying
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| We’re silent, but we’re crying out in pain
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| Been waiting for a savior to rise again
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| Once this was a place for heroes
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| Now they’re all just counting zeros, and my life
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| Is nothing more than a line in the sand |