| Am I not the same as you?
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| Do I not live as you do?
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| Do we not work the same land?
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| Bear the same marks on our hands?
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| Flesh and blood we’re both the same,
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| Though we go by different names,
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| Both have families to feed,
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| Though we see things differently,
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| We’re running out of possibilities,
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| Running out of time…
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| When the walls come tumbling down,
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| And you’ve lost too much to count,
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| Will you feel you’ve won the fight?
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| When there’s no one else in sight?
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| When the walls come tumbling down?
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| And there’s no one else around,
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| Will you be on the side of right?
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| When all you’ve loved has died…
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| To your conscience I appeal,
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| I stand before you, make a deal,
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| Before we all lose control,
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| And there’s nothing left that’s whole,
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| They say sometimes revenge is sweet,
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| But where there’s loss how can that be?
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| We are human so we feel,
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| We are men not made of steel…
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| We’re running out of possibilities,
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| Running, running out of time…
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| When the walls come tumbling down,
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| And you’ve lost too much to count,
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| Will you feel you’ve won the fight?
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| When there’s no one else in sight?
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| When the walls come tumbling down?
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| And there’s no one else around,
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| Will you be on the side of right?
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| When all you’ve loved has died…
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| Tumbling down, no-one's around,
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| Will you be on the side of right?
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| Tumbling down, no-one's around…
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| We’re running out of possibilities,
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| Running out of time…
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| When the walls come tumbling down,
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| And you’ve lost too much to count,
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| Will you feel you’ve won the fight?
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| When there’s no one else in sight?
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| When the walls come tumbling down?
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| And there’s no one else around,
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| Will you be on the side of right?
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| When all you’ve loved has died… |