Somewhere on a border
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forced to march in line and order
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looo men in greedy hands
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Lured with hope for future
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pressed in contracts
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leaving them no chance
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but to leave their land
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They're nameless young men
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bleeding their hands
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on the edge of life
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and they feel the hate
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treated like slaves
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There's a shanty village
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where they are folded in dirt
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dirt and a mess
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intimidations breaking
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the free will of men
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free will of men
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free will of men
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Stranger
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Stranger from a foreign land
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(repeat)
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Somewhere in a office
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noble looking and expensive
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accepted by a corrupt state
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Stranger
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Stranger from a foreign land
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(repeat)
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Locked in a cage
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tied with invisible chains
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on iron walls of pain
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faces expressing their torture
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denying their age
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1000 years
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reflected in mirrors of eyes
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and brainflowing rage
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a rage crushing in fragments
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past recorgnition their mind
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Stranger
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Stranger from a foreign land
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Stranger
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Stranger from a foreign land
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(repeat)
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Stranger
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| Angel Dust |
