The Triumph Of Our Tired Eyes

Sisters and brothers
 We have surely lost our way
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 In strip malls full of cancer
 And a pathetic rain
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 Mother, sweet mother
 Please don't discipline your hands
 Just kiss me in the mornin'
 In your dirtiest pants
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 We will find our way
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 We will find our way
 There is beauty in this land
 But I don't often see it
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 There is beauty in this land
 But I don't often feel it
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 Pimples are flowers
 Musicians are cowards
 Let's argue in the kitchen
 For hours and hours
 Tomorrow is a travesty
 Tomorrow should be ours
 Musicians are cowards
 Musicians are cowards
 Musicians are cowards
 Musicians are cowards
 Musicians are cowards
 Musicians are cowards
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 The soldiers with their specialists
 And the pigs with their guns cannot stop
 The lost ones and the desperate ones and the driven ones
 The soldiers with their cigarettes
 And the pigs with their guns cannot stop
 The lonesome ones and the desperate ones and the smart ones
 So come on friends
 To the barricades again
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 So come on friends
 To the barricades again
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 So come on friends
 To the barricades again
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 So come on friends
 To the barricades again
 We will find our way
 We will find our way