| You the great pretenders
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| Blood to paint your pictures
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| While you’re stepping over
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| Fallen people lying in the streets
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| You the great offenders
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| Only your views matter
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| While your heart grows colder
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| I wish that you could open up and…
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| Feel, for a while, see if you can take it
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| Feel, you’re alive and this is all part of it
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| Feel, could it be that we’re all afraid
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| 'Cause it feels, like a rainy day parade
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| We the great believers
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| Blood is legal tender
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| And I will not surrender
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| What it was our fathers died to bear
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| We the people stated
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| Not negotiated
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| Just to be forgotten
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| I wish that you could open up and
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| See, for a while, see if you can take it
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| See, you’re alive and this is all part of it
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| See, can’t you see that we’re all afraid
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| 'Cause it seems, like a rainy day parade
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| What I see, is all too real
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| What I need, is what you steal
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| And all I reap, is what you take
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| Upon my back on which you break
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| And I just wish that we could rise above and…
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| Feel, for a while, see if you can take it
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| Feel, you’re alive and this is all part of it
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| Feel, could it be that we’re all afraid
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| 'Cause it feels, like a rainy day parade |