Which lie is the one
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that will take me
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and which war
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Generations of wage slave data
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family stories they said don't matter
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when the last breath burns
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in the throats of Bhopal
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will I feel the blade
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when they bury them all
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Hiding from us
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all this time
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ghosts flickering
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and out
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of my mind
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Dead End Streets
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We walk by
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No Retreat
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Staring at the sun
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Dead End Streets
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the blast shadows
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are waiting for an answer
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all this time
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I'll give them mine
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If I could
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walk in my grandfather's footsteps
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while they glowed in the dark
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on his way back from the yard
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where the train was parked
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I'd say
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Don't turn your back
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Don't you trust those bastards
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I wish I could say this now
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Don't Walk By
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No retreat
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Staring at the sun
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Dead End Streets
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the blast shadows
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are waiting for an answer
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All this time
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I'll give them mine
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Into our history¡¦
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Not even a letter
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to fake a smile
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to say 'I'm sorry'
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Our trust in this system's dead
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what will it take
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to make you sorry?
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Hiroshima started in Tennessee
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Let it end with me
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Let it end
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Sedition
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| Strike Anywhere |
