We wanted freedom
We brought anarchy
We were brave
We had ideals
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But bravery and ideals
Never stopped the bullets
From our neighbor's gun
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In the end
There was no one to turn to
And we died in puddles
Of our own congealing blood
But we were brave
And we were free
And we had ideals.
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I think I'd rather live.
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