| We have burned their villages and all the people in them died
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| We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal
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| All the dreams they had we kill
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| Still we all sleep sound tonight
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| Is this what you wanted to hear?
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| We erased all their images and dance
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| And replaced them with borders and flags
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| At the top of this timeline you’ll remember
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| This is the lipstick on the collar
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| And in my own life I’ve seen it in the mirror
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| sometimes at the cost of others hopes
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| So write these words back down inside
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| That’s where you need it the most
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| and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all
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| Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we’re marching
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| Yeah, the TV tells us everythign we need to know
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| And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment
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| And history is all the same
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| Everything you say you stole
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| Every dream you dream you bought |