| The road into town
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| Timed it to perfection
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| Clear in his unhinged mind
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| The day had come for insurrection
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| Streets like open veins
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| Bleeding anger and frustration
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| So he preached with fury in his eyes
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| Before the congregation
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| We all stood laughing, smug in our disbelief
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| Hypnotized by a lying, common thief
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| And we all let the devil in
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| 'Cause no one believed he could win
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| Now we’ve all left fingerprints on
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| The smoking gun
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| Build your borders high
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| On mistrust, fear, and suspicion
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| Dance, smile, and wave
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| While you’re dragging us all to perdition
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| While we are all wondering how this came to be
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| We should be asking how we didn’t see
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| And we all think we’re not to blame
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| But we’re all guilty just the same
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| 'Cause the many became the one
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| With the smoking gun
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| 'Cause we all let that madman run, ooh
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| We all stood laughing, smug in our disbelief
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| Hypnotized by a lying, common thief
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| And we all let the devil in
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| 'Cause no one believed he could win
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| Now we’ve all left fingerprints on
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| The smoking gun
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| And we’re all guilty just the same
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| 'Cause the many became the one
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| With the smoking gun, ooh |