| Skies went gray, as we walked that day
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| It’s so often overcast
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| Heard the thunder, knew the lightning was close
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| The feeling continued to grow
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| I didn’t know (x2)
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| Rain came down, and you could hear the sound
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| Footsteps shaking the streets
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| Floods washed out, nearly swept us away
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| The people started to crowd
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| We overflowed (x2)
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| Flash of lightning ripped across the sky
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| Lit your dark, brown eyes
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| I could tell from the look of things you were scared to die
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| But everybody, everybody knows: they can’t take your soul
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| They can’t take your soul
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| Fire (x4) burning in the streets
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| Fire (x4) burning inside of me
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| I see you there in that Athens square
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| With your fist clenched tight and your jet-black hair
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| You were screaming out, «Exarchaeia» when the cavalry started to roll
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| They never showed (x2)
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| Everyone knows, nobody cares
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| You just stare at the screens in disbelief
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| Everyone’s aching, nobody shows
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| In the streets, you’ll get no relief
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| There are overlords, there are underlings
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| Distracted by your shiny things
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| People’s desire, more things to acquire
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| All your money is burning in a pyre
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| The smoke cleared out, but something hung in the air
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| The tanks breached the walls
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| What was left ringing in our ears, was a bell with a neverending toll
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| Everyone knows, everybody knows |