| We aren’t sons of our fathers sins
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| We don’t inherit iniquities
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| We aren’t heirs to thrones of greed
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| We don’t wear the gold they’ve thieved and schemed
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| You don’t choose your name
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| Just what you leave in your wake
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| We are born, all of us, innocent
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| We don’t wear the wounds of a dying man
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| No ties no allegiance to majesties
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| No veil to blind your reasoning
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| No script rehearsed in all you speak
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| Own your words in the voice you sing
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| You don’t choose your name
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| Just what you leave in your wake
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| We are born, all of us, innocent
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| We don’t wear the wounds of a dying man
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| Oooooh
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| No cause to fight for buried kings
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| Let be what legions they’ve conceived
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| No oaths to swear or give repeat
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| All words are yours to ink and sing You don’t choose your name
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| Just what you leave in your wake |