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They've told me to stand
against the will of the many.
Before I could see
that their truth was a lie.
They told me to wash my hands
even though I ain't got any.
With the stones which I've been throwing
they are building a tower.
A shelter to keep them
safe from the songs.
They are songs about people
hiding from their own power.
Now they're trying to silence me
and they say I've lost my mind.
My brothers abandoned me
before the end of the war.
What was gold is slowly changing
and coal is only what you'll find.
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