| Step down, show respect, for the folly of man
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| Some things are better left unsaid
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| Unrest, barricades, lock your children away
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| No, don’t you dare to take a stand
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| Hypocrisy cannot be kept in check with frail words and acts
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| No, don’t you bet on it, boys
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| Until we learn to keep our backs straight and laugh at ourselves
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| Shots in the streets
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| Show some respect
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| Shots in the streets
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| I hear the echoes in my head
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| This is not a war
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| This is who we are
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| I remember what I stand for, it echoes in my head
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| This is not a war
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| I am waking up
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| I hear the echoes in my head
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| Defy and resist, oppose and rethink
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| Or in the end we all learn
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| What goes in a place where silence is king
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| And guns speak louder than words
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| Violence!
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| War!
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| Shots in the streets
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| Show some respect
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| Shots in the streets
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| I hear the echoes in my head
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| This is not a war
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| This is who we are
|
| I remember what I stand for, it echoes in my head
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| This is not a war
|
| I am waking up
|
| I hear the echoes in my head
|
| This is not a war
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| This is who we are
|
| I remember what I stand for, it echoes in my head
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| This is not a war
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| I am waking up
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| I hear the echoes in my head |