| This house of lies
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| Is stained in blood
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| Been tearing down our monuments
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| And now our hope has turned to fear
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| And it all seems so unclear
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| A brother kills his own tonight
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| When will we know
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| Our wrong from right?
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| To me it seems that we have lost our sight
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| When we’re blinded by our rights
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| And this is so surreal
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| There’s a cold hard rain
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| On the mountain top
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| Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
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| Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
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| It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
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| In a war that can’t be won
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| Poison water
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| From the well to drink
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| Shots rain down in our city streets
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| And are we the land of the free?
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| Was it made for you and me?
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| And this is so surreal
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| There’s a cold hard rain
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| On the mountain top
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| Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
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| Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
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| It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
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| In a war that can’t be won
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| It can’t be won
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| In a war that can’t be won
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| Take the weight off your shoulders
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| Our crosses to bear
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| There’s a black sun rising
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| You can feel it in the air
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| When we make our way
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| To those pearly gates
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| Will we walk right in?
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| This is judgement day
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| And it’s a cold hard rain on the mountain top
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| Like a speeding train that’ll never stop
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| Just a twist of the knife for a bastard son
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| It’s a mother’s love in a war that can’t be won
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| In a war that can’t be won
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| It can’t be won
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| In a war that can’t be won
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| It can’t be won |