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Release

Release... your heart, my heart... release, release... your heart, my
heart... release

When, planes be crashing... and
Blood written checks be cashing
To fund builders who build pillars from
Ash and debris, from
Bones and metal, from
Fathers and daughters and friends and memories and hate
When, suicide bombers be bombing

And high alerts be sounding and never calming
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