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Fly butterfly of freedom fly |
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Fly much higher to the other side |
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And take my within |
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There's blood on your flowers and blood on our hands |
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And we should kill for the fatherland |
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Carry me away from here |
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Here comes a new dawn with the hail of bullets |
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Run wild child - run child run |
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Nightfall awaits us beyond the napalm flames |
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Run wild child - run child run |
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They need our blood to make their history |
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More dead bodies means more authority |
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That's sick, sick, sick, sick, sick! |
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They want us to drink their poisoned wine |
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Money is god and deterrent is called Jesus Christ |
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But freedom in unknown |