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63 lines
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My God is better than yours
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And the walls of my house are so thick
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I hear nothing at all
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I followed you out in the storm
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But it carried you off
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And I burned every picture of yours
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Was that not enough?
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My gun is bigger than yours
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So let's arm the masses
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And see what the bastards do then
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Walking tall once set us apart
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Now we're down on all fours
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Do you cry my name in the dark
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Like I do yours?
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These storms are getting stronger now
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Trusses all bend and sway
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Lightning hits, the power goes out in the fray
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As the waves crash high
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And the shoreline disappears
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I will scream to the sky
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"Hey, people live here."
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My dreams are not unlike yours
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They long for the safety
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And break like a glass chandelier
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But there's laughter and oh there is love
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Just past the edge of our fears
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And there's chaos when push comes to shove
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But it's music to my ears
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May you be in Heaven before the Devil knows you're dead
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May these winds be always at your back
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'Cause when we're all just ghosts
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And the madness overtakes us
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We will look at the ashes
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And say, "People lived here."
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From the penthouse to the holy martyr
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Sea to shining sea
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From the coffins full of kindergartners
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Is this what you call free?
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From the hate that drips from all your crosses
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Are your hands so clean?
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And the wildfire and it's spreading far
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From sea to shining sea
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When we're all just ghosts
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And the madness overtakes us
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I will scream to the sky
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Yeah I'll scream to the sky
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Yeah I'll scream to the sky
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"Hey, people live here."
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______________________
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Name People Live Here
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Artist Rise Against
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Album The Black Market
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