| Can we say that we are free?
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| Our hands are bound and voices silent
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| I’m sure it’s not a dream
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| I am awake my eyes are open
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| I can’t accept and won’t concede
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| In aftermath we find redemption
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| The causes that are seized
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| And disguised as revolution
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| Quell the rage that deeply seethes
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| The extremes of these devotions
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| Dismantle the machine
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| The device of their creation
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| I can’t accept and won’t concede
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| That this is who we are
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| The causes that are seized
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| And disguised as greater notions
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| To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
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| Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
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| When will the banners and the victory parades
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| Celebrate the day a better world was won?
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| On the day
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| The storm has just begun
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| I will still hope
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| There are better days to come
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| In the face of what I say
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| My words return to anger
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| Malevolence in need
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| Cannot provide direction
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| I won’t accept this thought
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| That this is who we are
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| Positions never change
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| Losing all forward motion
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| Harbour that which deeply seethes
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| Temper your devotion
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| Dismantle the machine
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| The device of your convictions
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| I can’t accept and won’t concede
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| That this is who we are
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| The conflict that is seized
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| And disguised as greater notions
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| To the songs that sing of glory and the brave
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| Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
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| When will the banners and the victory parades
|
| Celebrate the day a better world was won?
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| To the songs that sing of the glory and the brave
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| Are we dreaming there are better days to come?
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| When will the banners and the victory parades
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| Celebrate the day a better world was won?
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| On the day the storm has just begun
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| I will still hope there are better days to come
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| On the day the storm has just begun
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| I will still hope there are better days to come |