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Do you know when my last song will be sung?
Do we know when the last war will be won?
Will the words ever stop flowing on pages?
Will people stop being locked in their cages?

Break free into madness, heartbreak, and pain,
Because no one on earth is ever truly sane,
We break, we heal, we live, we die,
Will you stop for fear? Not you, not I.

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