Breathe. Breathe in the burning air¡¦ then sigh. Be relieved there¡¯s nothing there
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we were free long before your free advice
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now the flags, they will burn in paradise
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rest your head here
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feed our nation for us please
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and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
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as the blade is raised thoughts get clearer
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now what if dreams that you had came crashing down
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would you change or erase the memory of the day oh the day you made us bleed?
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rest your head here
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feed our nation for us please
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and retreat to the back of our lines for your needs
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we sew the seeds upon your grave,
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so you know you¡¯ll feed us either way
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wash away your sins and begin again resurrection from empty hands
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back against the wall watch your tower fall to the ground with your head
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time to move on. your power is gone. its your turn to run. your hour has come.
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¡¦let the blade fall¡¦
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we¡¯ll feed our nation as we please, as you grieve our children will dance in the streets
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we¡¯ve sewn the seeds about your grave so you know you¡¯ll feed us either way
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and the meek shall inherit the earth
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Nostalgic For Guillotines
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