| Will we see the day when the trees that we hang our heads from
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| Hit the ground like dead men’s love songs
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| Offering another history of privilege and open doors?
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| As they march us off to a new war
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| When it’s through there’ll be a hundred more
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| With us to wonder what the hell we’re fighting for
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| RESIST; |
| cycle repear; |
| relinquish
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| We’ve made an art of giving in
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| Forfeiting steps we should have taken
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| Will we see a light in the dark at this tunnel’s end?
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| To pacify the rage of hollow slogan
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| To expose picket sign pretense
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| And rationalize words without actions?
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| Did we forget the future’s in the making?
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| Rules may be bent
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| But they’re overdue for breaking
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| Open your eyes, stand up and believe
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| Throw off the chains, for once be free
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| Let go of this so-called freedom bedtime story
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| The only free ones have built empires on two bit lies and blood money
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| Let go of this so-called freedom bedtime story
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| The oldest new war, under the radar
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| Is fought in city streets and back alleys |