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83 lines
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Once there was a nation here,
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Now there is no more.
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Once we fought to change our fears,
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But now This Is Our War.
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(This Is Our War!)
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(This Is Our War!)
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Wash you mind out, where's your morals?
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How many people have to live this sorrow?
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Rights should not be begged or borrowed
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How many really want to change tomorrow?
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We're still playing the blindfold game,
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As we profile the enemy that we create, yeah.
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We're still playing the blindfold game,
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With the cards on the table in the end we're all the same!
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Where's the compassion in the world today?!
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Yeah were all the same!
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until we find another way this our war!
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Once there was a nation here,
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Now there is no more.
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(This Is Our War!)
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Once we fought for change arm in arm, but
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Now This Is Our War.
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Divisive words from ivory towers,
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Seeds of intolerance turn into flowers.
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Countless fools and reckless cowards,
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Rally the people in their quest for power.
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We're still playing the blindfold game,
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As we profile the enemy that we create, yeah.
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We're still playing the blindfold game,
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With the cards on the table in the end we're all the same!
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Where's the compassion in the world today?
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Now we're all the same
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Until we find another way This Is Our War!
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(This Is Our War!)
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Once there was a nation here,
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Now there is no more!
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(This Is Our War!)
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Once we fought for change arm in arm, but
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Now This Is Our War.
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Is this the land of segregation? Is this a place that we call home?
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Don't let the old-stock generation carry the flag for you and me no more.
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(This Is Our) WAR! This Is Our War.
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We're into the red. We're into the red. And as it burns the fire spreads.
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We're under the threat. We're under the threat. Will it still burn tomorrow?
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Once there was a nation here,
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now there is no more!
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Once we fought to change our fears,
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but now this is our war.
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(This is our war!)
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Once there was a nation here,
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now there is no more!
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(This is our war!)
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Once we fought for change arm in arm, but
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Now this is our war.
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Is this the land of segregation? Is this a place that we call home?
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Don't let the old-stock generation carry the flag for you and me no more.
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(This is our war!)
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Once there was a nation divided,
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now this is our war.
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(This is our war!)
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Once we stand embraced arm in arm
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We stand for something more!
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_____________________
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Name This Is Our War
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Artist Billy Talent
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Album Afraid of Heights
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