Uprising

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برای هر دردی، درمان نه، تسکینی هست. برای این درد، آهنگ قیام، از میوز، و رانندگی در جاده‌ی تاریک خارج از شهر، در یک شب دم کرده، و بادی که مثل شلاق به صورت آدم بخورد

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Interchanging mind control
Come let the revolution take its toll if you could
Flick the switch and open your third eye, you'd see that
We should never be afraid to die

Rise up and take the power back, it's time that
The fat cats had a heart attack, you know that
Their time is coming to an end
We have to unify and watch our flag ascend

They will not force us
They will stop degrading us
They will not control us
We will be victorious

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