| Scary dead time stories
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| Old Glory’s flying proud
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| Fists are raised in triumph
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| While heads are in the sand
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| Subterfuge and fantasy
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| Played only to ignite
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| While everybody’s looking left
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| What the hell is happening right?
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| What the hell is happening right?
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| Somebody tell me the truth
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| Now youth never waits for anyone
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| So let’s unmask the charade
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| Our time in the shade has overrun
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| Though the dying blooms evade the sun
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| I’ll wait for you
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| Masterful illusions
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| Digital magicians
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| Guided by the hidden hand
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| Lies become the facts
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| Writers in a wrong world
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| By shackles they are bound
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| Censorship is slavery
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| History has found
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| Freedom of the mind
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| Is freedom of the soul
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| Fear is an impediment
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| A fear you shouldn’t hold
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| The decks are duly loaded
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| But till we force their hands
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| It’s a dark romance
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| Somebody tell me the truth
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| Now youth never waits for anyone
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| So let’s unmask the charade
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| Our time in the shade has overrun
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| Though the dying blooms evade the sun
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| I’ll wait for you
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| While everybody’s looking left
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| What the hell is happening right?
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| While everybody’s looking left
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| What the hell is happening right?
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| While everybody’s looking left
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| What the hell is happening right?
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| While everybody’s looking left
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| Somebody tell me the truth
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| Now youth never waits for anyone
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| So let’s unmask the charade
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| Our time in the shade has overrun
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| Though the dying blooms evade the sun
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| I’ll wait for you |