The opposition, carcinogenic sweat that hides.
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The persecution, these hidden walls keep us aligned.
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Yeah, they keep us in line.
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Fourteen hours more.
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Covert tonight.
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The operation, a covert plan to get outside.
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The consecration, an archetype of a will that shines.
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Shining alive!
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Will you die or can we keep you alive?
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When there is a machine gun on every corner, you won´t see me.
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When there is a federal eye in every household, you won´t see me.
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When your every move is monitored, you won´t see me.
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And when it´s all too late, you won´t see me.
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Ten A.M. (Good Morning, Mr. Coelacanth)
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