And the sirens are the symphony
The crying are the strings to me
Are we dying to let freedom ring?
The freedom ring?
The freedom ring?
There's a chill in the air. Where's the love, I know its there
And you're watching me. I stand still so there is no breeze
And I know I know I know I know we can all be the same
The status and the quo and everyone is finding someone to blame
Do we need to hear the same old story to get the glory
And the sirens (are the symphony)
And the crying (are the strings to me)
Are we dying (to let freedom ring)?
(To let freedom ring)?
(To let freedom ring)?
There's a way to be saved. When the comfort becomes the blade
And the pressure is high to love enough. To make it right
And I know I know I know I know we can all be afraid
Getting out of all the things we've done with the red and the tape
The crying are the strings to me
Are we dying to let freedom ring?
The freedom ring?
The freedom ring?
There's a chill in the air. Where's the love, I know its there
And you're watching me. I stand still so there is no breeze
And I know I know I know I know we can all be the same
The status and the quo and everyone is finding someone to blame
Do we need to hear the same old story to get the glory
And the sirens (are the symphony)
And the crying (are the strings to me)
Are we dying (to let freedom ring)?
(To let freedom ring)?
(To let freedom ring)?
There's a way to be saved. When the comfort becomes the blade
And the pressure is high to love enough. To make it right
And I know I know I know I know we can all be afraid
Getting out of all the things we've done with the red and the tape
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