| Beneath the doubt and confusion
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| Beneath the sting of betrayal
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| Survives the core of a nation
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| Trapped in a state of denial
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| Do you hear the calling
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| Voice from deep within
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| The forgotten heart of an anthem
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| Like whispers on the wind
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| It calls the shameful to honor
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| It calls the darkness to dawn
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| It calls the captive with the will to be free
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| And the anthem marches on
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| There’s nothing like a blind man’s memory
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| Music colors refuse to see
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| I play with smoke and mirrors now
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| Living life across your many screens
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| And I’m sure there is no utopia
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| But always vision is a step away
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| Your viewpoint becomes a technicality
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| The only chance we have
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| Is the chance we take!
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| The weakest fall in compliance
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| As fear discarded the dream
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| In subtle silence masking liberty
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| They take away by degrees
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| But I still hear the calling
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| A voice felt deep within
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| The forgotten heart of an anthem
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| Like whsipers on the wind
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| It calls the shameful to honor
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| It calls the darkness to dawn
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| It calls the captive with the will to be free
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| And the anthem marches on |