| Find yourself in opposition
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| Rid yourself of superstitions
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| Deploy a mask, get night time vision
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| Safety off, get in position
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| A mother’s guilt, a daughter’s pain
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| The father failed to take the blame
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| The search is on, in southern seas
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| To find the healing, red barked trees
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| A day of pain, of push and shove
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| A hidden strength in velvet gloves
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| Sky writing planes sketch oaths above
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| In graphic loops an act of love
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| Traders rampage, on the loose
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| Dealers howl and hurl abuse
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| The market growls it eats the weak
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| Buys children farms in busy streets
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| A privileged few, a charmed elite
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| Can slash and burn as they retreat
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| The search is on, in southern seas
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| To find the healing, red barked trees |