| When faith alone is not enough,
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| To keep our heads barely above,
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| We look for reason and come up empty-handed.
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| And when our children fight our wars,
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| While we sit back just keeping score,
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| We’re teaching murder not understanding now.
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| We’re setting the fires to light the way,
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| We’re burning it all to begin again,
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| With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
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| We sing for change
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| The lives our buried sons have laid,
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| Won’t cancel debts we’ve yet to pay,
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| In death, we justify anything now,
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| As long as we blindly obey and do exactly what they say,
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| We’ll have no one to blame, but ourselves now.
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| We’re setting the fires to light the way,
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| We’re burning it all to begin again,
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| With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
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| We sing for change.
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| We run on the fumes of injustice,
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| We’ll never die with the fuel that you give us,
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| Keep it coming 'cause I’m prepared to burn,
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| Keep running, find me at every turn.
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| Your life around,
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| (into something true, into something true)
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| So turn your life around,
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| (into something true, something true)
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| We’re setting the fires to light the way,
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| We’re burning it all to begin again,
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| With hope in our hearts and bricks in our hands,
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| We sing for change. |