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[Verse 1]
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Someone told a story about a man who'd lived through Hell
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And stumbled, orphaned, to his home, to find the servants living well
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And how they welcomed him like family as they plotted out some deed
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To kill him in his sleep and stay to satisfy their greed
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I thought of who it is whose story gets remembered in the end
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And through how many careful tellings does one practice their defense
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Some nuances the narrator selectively omits
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Or ones collective memory is destined to forget

[Chorus]
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Yeah, we make decisions that account for the worlds that we live in
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We make explanations that amount to the ones we envision
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It isn't just the horror of the way he killed those kids
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But the way the tale was told explained away the deed he did
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You know that everybody needs a place to live

[Verse 2]
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You show your willfulness to ignorance with the council that you give
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The testimonial performances belie the lies you've lived
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Another actor on the podium feels slighted by the way
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And abstractions been amended on some broken, bygone days
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Yeah but these politics have victims, they get stuck there in the space
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Between the weight of great ideals and the narratives they shape
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It wasn't you there with the handgun, but your fax machine and pen
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Your personal computer, and your business acumen

[Chorus]
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Appeal to a notion that we all deserve what we can reach for
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That what sits in your sight is a God-given right, yes
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In spite of the slights you can't speak for
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Sees fairness as a function of the rules that you can't bend
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Takes action over nothing but the naked will to win