In the crowd a voice was heard
Should you get them before they get you?
Should we strike the first blow?
He said,
No No No
you don't understand
The enemy is in your heart
Self respect robbed by self pity
Look across the country
All the people with their dreams dead in their hearts
Stand up on your feet
Your life is short as hell
You could be dead tomorrow
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