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Burn All of the Flags
Smouldering pieces of thread, Quenching synthetic boarders from ourselves, A Phoenix burns within, Onto crimson wings we fly, As our heart burns forever, never to die, Never to die, Ashes that dashes all fear yet curiosity Burns still, we will all be free, To see a man, as my brother, No difference of heart, Not one from another, We’ll have cloth to warm those children instead, While the states of power, are the only ones dead, The only ones dead, Smouldering pieces of thread, Quench synthetic boarders from ourselves, Phoenix burns within, Onto crimson wings we fly Our heart burns forever, never to die, Never to die, So burn all of the flags, Bodies left without the tags, Left without presuming our own lives, Left without nationality, Left with life, as a priority, Pride for what’s left of our countries, Is beside what’s left when we still cut down trees, Suffocated in colours until we’re colour blind, They fade, tolerance of each other is where we will find, One single land for all, Stronger together, we cannot fall. We cannot fall.
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