| We wake with bright eyes now
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| Ours is a white lies town
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| They take hold of our young
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| They cut out our tongue
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| Oh, how we are deceived
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| We’re strong and we’re free
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| And as they sharpen their swords
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| We follow their lead
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| And what we swallow, that we become
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| And we are what we allow
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| But we wake with bright eyes now
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| Ours is a white lies town
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| But we wake with bright eyes now
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| Ours is a white lies town
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| They take hold of our young
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| They empty our lungs
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| Oh, how we are misled… and misleading
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| We’re strong and we are free
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| And what we swallow, that we receive
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| The fruits from that tree
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| And what we follow, that we become
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| We are what we’ve become
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| But we wake with bright eyes now
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| Ours is a white lies town
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| Bright eyes now
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| Ours is a white lies town
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| We wake with white eyes now
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| We are the white lies now |