Gather up the flags and burn them all
Gather up the words that make us small
Gather up the thoughts that keep us down
Gather up the hate and make a sound
I'm walking down that lonesome road
Where all my friends have grown so old
There are no reasons to give in
There are no passions to hold in
Let that which does not matter truly slide
That's what she said the day she died
There is so much work left to do
There is too much red lost to blue
There's only one chance so get it right
Between the jet black sea and the violent night
I've been known to take a side
But that don't mean I'm always right

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