You the great pretenders, blood to paint your pictures
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While you¡¯re stepping over fallen people lying in the streets
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You the great offenders, only your views matter
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While your heart grows colder, I wish that you could open up and feel
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For a while see if you can take it
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Feel, you¡¯re alive and this is all part of it
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Feel, could it be that we¡¯re all afraid
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'Cause it feels like a rainy day parade
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We the great believers, blood is legal tender
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I will not surrender what it was our fathers died to bear
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We the people stated, not negotiated
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Just to be forgotten, I wish that you could open up and see
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For a while see if you can take it
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See, you¡¯re alive and this is all part of it
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See, can¡¯t you see that we¡¯re all afraid
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¡®Cause it seems like a rainy day parade
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What I see is all too real
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What I need is what you steal
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And all I reap is what you take
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Upon my back on which you break
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I just wish that we could rise above and feel
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For a while see if you can take it
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Feel, you¡¯re alive and this is all part of it
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Feel could it be that we¡¯re all afraid
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¡®Cause it feels like a rainy day parade
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Rainy Day Parade
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