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Did you pledge allegiance, did you question the code? |
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Did you find out too late that you can't escape the flow? |
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I need a will to live, something worth dying for |
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A force to fuel the fight, a force to feel |
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This is the new order, carved with a warm-blooded sword' |
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Cause comforting, you live to justify the cause |
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And you're wondering with your neck on the line |
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Is it justice or crime? |
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Guillotine or the crown? |
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Did you reshape your will just to fit with the fold? |
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Did you trade your conscience for a place to belong? |
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It's just a point of view, a key to lock the chain |
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Come join the circle as we're fitting in |
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We paint the walls with a, five pointed flag burning star |
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It's a motion to justify our place again |
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The star is still shining but it died long ago |
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And I won't let it go and |
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I won't let it go |
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I bid you welcome, the door is open |
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A gathering of the uninvited |
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I bid you welcome, the door is open |
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A gathering, this is the key to break the chain |
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This is the call to break down the chain |
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This is the call to break down the chain |
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And I wont let it go |
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And I wont let it go |
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And I wont let it go |
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And I wont let it |
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We paint the walls |
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We paint the walls |
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We paint the walls |
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We paint the walls |
