| Before the end
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| Will we say that we resisted falling, falling
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| Into the viral hate?
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| This oblivion state
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| Is not all we are
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| All we are
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| No one can tell you
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| What this life means
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| Carry all your broken dreams
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| Step after blistered step
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| So will I call out the cops and priests
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| That numb my understanding?
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| Protest to survive
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| It’s not over
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| It’s all of us
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| No one can tell you
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| What this life means
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| Carry all your broken dreams
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| Step after blistered step
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| No one can tell me
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| What this life means
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| I’ll carry all your broken dreams
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| Mile after mile
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| Step after blistered step
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| Step after blistered step
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| In the wake of every failed politics
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| The cynical laughter in the halls of broken trusts
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Our restless frequency scours the static
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Stand united
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| We are all the ones on the outside
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Hit it when the lights are gone
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| Hit it when the lights are gone |