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64 lines
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Brothers, my brothers
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Is this all that we are
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Sisters, my sisters
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We've been crushed by the fists of god
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Welcome to the free world
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Where nothing's as it seems
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Tell me, can you find a cure
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When you can't see, and you can't feel the disease
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Can you seek a higher truth
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When you're living on your knees
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Where freedom grows from blood soaked soil
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In the lands of hypocrisy
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Because if you can't see the chains tell me what use is a key
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It's cash, blood and oil, in the age of the refugee
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They're trying to buy our minds, we ain't selling
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Bang, bang, bang, hear they're nailing down the coffins
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Cut the strings, feel your heart start
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Cut the cord, crack this code of silence
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All our lives in the hands of tyrants
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Crushed by the fists of god, crushed
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We've been crushed by the fists of god
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To the left I see the rats and to the right I see the snakes
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In my ear they're whispering sweet sermons of cruel hate
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So do you buy the fear, or do you buy the lies
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Tell me, what will set us free
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Do we kneel before the crooked few
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Or do we bite the fucking hand that feeds
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When death casts no shadow and hope carries no weight
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Rise into the light and feel the shackles fade away
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They fear what we know, We know how they break
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Bang, bang, bang, drop the hammer of conscience
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Cut the strings, feel your heart start
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Cut the cord, crack this code of silence, all our lives
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Crushed by the fists of god, crushed
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We've been crushed by the fists of god
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We're just waiting for the sky to fall
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Yeah I'm just waiting
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Feels like all our lives we've been waiting for the sky to fall
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Feels like all this time we've been
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Brothers, my brothers
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Is this all that we are
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Sisters, my sisters
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We've been
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Crushed by the fists of god
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Crushed by the fists of god, crushed
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_____________
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Name Crushed
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Artist Parkway Drive
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Album Ire
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