| The sky began to fall, ripping open a path up to Heaven
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| Time slowed to a crawl early morning September eleventh
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| Steel crumbling frames, the scales of justice are decimated
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| Hate ignites the flames, New York city incinerated
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| See the flames on the river, is this our judgement day?
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| Praying hands of a killer when evil flies our way
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| Our way
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| The towers got hit, a steel bird with wings of destruction
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| As the building split, the skyline has been deconstructed
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| So many people killed, two thousand nine hundred and seventy four
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| Innocent blood spilled, extremist plotting a holy war
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| See the flames on the river, terrorism sealed our fate
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| Praying hands of a killer reciting a sermon of hate
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| Will you please reconsider, is this our judgement day?
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| Time to stand and deliver when evil flies our way
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| Flies our way
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| We will pick up the pieces
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| We never cast the first stone
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| Through all the bereavement
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| We will rebuild our home
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| The sky began to fall, ripping opening a path up to Heaven
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| Time slowed to a crawl early morning September eleventh
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| See the flames on the river, terrorism sealed our fate
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| Praying hands of a killer reciting a sermon of hate
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| Will you please reconsider, is this our judgement day?
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| Time to stand and deliver when evil flies our way
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| Flies our way |