There's a hue in white and blue
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Fell from half mast,
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now half covering a red shoe.
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How fast if they were us,
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what would we do?
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Mr. Newsman, send your wire,
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Let Washington conspire.
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You know the company men
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wait for you in their lair.
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But a moment is calling, calling us all.
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As your one time supporters hang from media walls,
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and outside the gates, fate is closing in.
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You can turn us down but you can't deny the din.
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From the farmlands to the townships,
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the masses are classless.
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War cries rise with every hour that passes.
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The trampled voice of the past are seizing us,
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Go ahead and load the magazine
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cause them bullets are treasonous.
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[Chorus]
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quiet!
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Your leader is going to speak now,
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everyone turn off your minds.
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quiet!
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You're listening to a raid on the state and god
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A Democracy in Kind.
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Democracy In Kind
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