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This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

Eyes to win, oh there is eyes to lose
like sharpen wits and together knowing

One by one we'll stop this zombie
March the streets that scream in envy
You can't push us, push us onto the ground

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

Although the ground swell is growing,
And I admit we are not all knowing,
No carbon solutions,
With hope for resolution we stand,
To the punks and the protests,
And those fighting for congress,
The inconvenient truth,
It's the powers in you.

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

Can you feel the ambers rising
Fires are blazing
Tongues keep talking
Eyes to win, there is eyes to lose
like sharpen wits and together knowing which,

One by one we'll stop this zombie
March the streets that scream in envy
You can't push us, push us onto the ground

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

This is the sound,
That's rising into the foreground
It's calling out,
Oh the antiquated rules.

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