outside encircling walls we stand
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our liberation stories only we will retell
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the voice which will sing our song
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belongs to us alone
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once they forced us out but
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now you could not pay us to return
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(chorus)
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different irons we've all been branded
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ugly, weakling, empty-handed
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a tribe of broken people rebuilt together
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different irons we've all been branded
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permanent misunderstanding
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a union of misfits lasts forever
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like ghosts, we haunt the edges of your world
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can you feel the center on which we turn?
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astrocized, unified by what exists
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beyond the cold reductions and the haze they emit
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(chorus)
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from suffering and sorrow we hold no immunity
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but a hope is now before us beyond futility
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we claim nothing but need alone
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despite all your warnings we found a home
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(chorus)
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Branded
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| Crashdog |
