| Where are they now, these giants of my dreams
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| The ones that seek to kill me?
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| They run and hide, they see the fire behind my eyes
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| And they feel the anger that boils beneath my skin
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| Come out, come out
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| Come out and say something real
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| Come out 'cause I feel the apathy in this air tonight
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| Do you hear the wind?
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| The trees whispering their deepest fears to me
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| They can feel the fire burning at their limbs
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| Burning at their limbs, burning at their limbs
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| The voice of anger, it screams in the wind
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| The voice of anger blows in the wind
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| Do you hear the sound of the nothing
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| Of everything tossed by the wind?
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| The sound of the war drums beating on
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| In the war for the hearts of every man, of every tongue
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| I see them coming down on the clouds, the clouds of black
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| The clouds of war, clouds of war
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| I see it creeping in, I feel it creeping in
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| I feel the apathy creeping in
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your blood?
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your blood?
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your blood?
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your blood?
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your fire? |
| Where is your anger?
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| Where is your fire? |