| I hear the rumble of this town
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| And i know it brings me down
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| I hear the voice of this place
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| And i tell you it brings me down
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| I hear that whisper you shouting
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| And of course it brings me down
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| I hear that rumour you’re spreading
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| And its true, it brings me down
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| When you have a mind and a purpose
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| The armies of ignoreance usurp us
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| When you stand alone and undistracted
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| The hate is no longer abstracted
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| I see the fear in the face
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| But i never hear a sound
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| I see the screams in the background
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| But i never hear a sound
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| I know that whisper that you’re shouting
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| And of course it brings me down
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| I know that rumour you’re spreading
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| And it makes me feel like starting armageddon
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| When you have a mind and a purpose
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| The armies of ignoreance try to usurp us
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| When you stand alone and undistracted
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| The hate is no longer abstracted |