| Here we stand and face the world
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| Renegades of consternation
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| Innocent in thought and word
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| Ready for a new sensation
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| Block up the dam
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| Close up the well
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| To stop it flowing
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| Your memory is not preferred
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| For that is not the way we’re going
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| Sliding away from liberty
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| To lethargy we fall
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| Subsiding again
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| Collapsing from the burden of it all
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| But time after time
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| We belive in better
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| Never let a chance pass us by And we’re sure we’ll never fail to notice
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| Sign after sign
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| That a change is coming
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| Time is running out like a tide
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| But we think we’re on a March of progress
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| From ashes we rise
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| To ashes we fall
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| Our hand in it all
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| Here we stand and take the blame
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| We thought that this could last forever
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| We turned our backs on God again
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| But everybody longs for heaven
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| Sliding away from vision
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| To deficiency we fall
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| Subsiding again
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| Collapsing from the burden of it all
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| But time after time
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| We belive in better
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| Never let a chance pass us by And we’re sure we’ll never fail to notice
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| Sign after sign
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| That a change is coming
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| Time is running out like a tide
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| But we think we’re on a March of progress
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| Here we stand and face the end
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| Apathy alive and growing
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| On independence we depend
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| But that is not the way we’re going
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| Sliding away from plenty
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| To dependency we fall
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| Subsiding again
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| Collapsing from the burden of it all
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| But time after time
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| We belive in better
|
| Never let a chance pass us by And we’re sure we’ll never fail to notice
|
| Sign after sign
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| That a change is coming
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| Time is running out like a tide
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| But we think we’re on a March of progress
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| But we think we’re on a March of progress |