Tytuł: Autobiography Of A Nation

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Write these words back down inside
  We have burned their villages and all the people in them died
  We adopt their customs and everything they say we steal
  All the dreams they had we kill
  Still we all sleep sound tonight
  Is this what you wanted to hear?
  We erased all their images and dance
  And replaced them with borders and flags
  
  At the top of this timeline you'll remember
  This is the lipstick on the collar
  And in my own life I've seen it in the mirror
  sometimes at the cost of others hopes
  
  So write these words back down inside
  That's where you need it the most
  and without conviction of heart you will never feel it at all
  Yeah, we all dance to the same beat when we we're marching
  Yeah, the TV tells us everythign we need to know
  And this scene is painting in all the fashions of the moment
  And history is all the same
  
  Everything you say you stole
  Every dream you dream you bought