| Dirt clings like rust, a past that won’t wash off
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| A man from broken people
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| His world forgotten and left to rot
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| Strength drove him upward, his bread came from the rock
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| Once proud, now bitter
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| A crippled arm and out of luck
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| The home he built was meant to last
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| But changing times pulled it apart
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| So stand up tall, keep clutching your flag
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| Sing loud and true, of the freedoms we once had
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| Free to decide, between their lies
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| One took your heart, the other took your eyes
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| The others, who came in friendship
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| Promised you protection, and said you’d never suffer
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| But the help you got, was soon forgotten
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| You were not deserving, and fell back to the bottom
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| A generation kept on its knees
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| Given nothing it was led to believe
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| Strays and loners start to show us their teeth
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| Better lives are merely wants and not needs
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| Better lives are merely wants and not needs
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| Twisted truths is what we were shown
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| We’d change our minds if we had known |