| I hear, I hear the broadcast
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| They’re stitching our future up with their past
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| Heart’s beat, beat with a violence
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| This Lead heavy silence wont let you breathe.
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| Still the words dont say what you want to say,
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| It’s like they ricochet and the return home.
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| Try you’re hand with a battleplan,
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| Its what they understand, they’ll never learn no.
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| Soldier, the panic is over
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| Take the fight off your shoulders,
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| You might collapse under the load
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| You take the weight, they break the code
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| Your still young, your eyes are old
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| I think it’s time we hit the breaks
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| and fall away, fall away, fall away.
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| Still the words dont say what you want to say,
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| It’s like they ricochet and the return home.
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| Try you’re hand with a battleplan,
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| Its what they understand, they’ll never learn no,
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| And if we all keep storming the barricades
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| Just like a tidal wave thats on the run.
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| All thrones must fall someday,
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| And the ghosts who guard the palace gates,
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| Are there to separate and keep the gods out the gutters.
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| (outro)
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| So if we have everything
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| Here in our hands now,
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| Why is it we still keep on reaching out for more now |