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Born as Ghosts
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The hills find peace
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Locked armed guard posts
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Safe from the screams
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Of the children born as ghosts
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Gates, guns and alarms
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Shape the calm of the dawn
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Peering down into the basin
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Where death lives on
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Where young run foaming at the mouth with hate
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Where burning batons beat the freezing who shake
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Under the toxic sunsets they dine and toast
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Their walls deny the terror facedBy the children born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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Were the children born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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One book and forty odd
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Stuffed in a room
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Ah, the school as a tomb
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Where home is a wasteland
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Taste the razor wire
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And thought is locked in the womb
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The tales that tear at the myth of the dream
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(myth of the dream, myth of the dream)
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A suffering that shocks the lives off the screen
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(myth of the dream, myth of the dream)
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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We are the children born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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A warning, you sufferers, begin to speak our words
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Born as ghosts
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Were the children born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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Born as ghosts
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Born as Ghosts
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rage against the machine |