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I signed a petition
Helping elders make amends
It's for the cold war
I gave back the paper
And looked straight into his eyes
No anger resolved
No time for goodbyes
No change close to mind
Serves me right for trusting him
It's the sign of the times, I guess

CHORUS
All hail stature rise
And then winged by bastards
All trails end up cold
Cause you're covered by cowards
Walk straight, walk the line
It's a mass disorder
Lady Justice cries
Winged cannot fly

Treat them like dirt
Reads the sign in the protest
Their voices are heard
They march down the streets
Where the beggars ask for change
They plead but get none
No time for the weak
That's the irony
A chain reaction is born
It's the sign of the times, I guess

CHORUS

In Europe they say
That the wall is theirs to blame
It's raised by incompetence
Divided into classes
Left some brave men afraid
Officially out of breath
So many parallels to my hometown
Invisible walls but the same happened there
The American dream
A prison within
A rat race where corruption is agreed
And verified
Winged cannot fly

CHORUS

This one is for you dad

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