Just because you don’t speak the language
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Doesn’t mean that you can’t understand
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Just because you don’t speak the language
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Doesn’t mean that you can’t understand
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The twist in the script of the insult
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Scrawled on the back of your hand
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Torn from the pages of scripture
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Sprayed on the wall in the frays of a flag
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Kisses forbidden on lips
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And all of your fine clothes worn into rags
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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There’s a tripwire
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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Don’t open the door ‘cos they’re coming
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Don’t open the door ‘cos they’re here
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Above there’s an ominous humming
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Below there’s a murmur of prayer
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Torn from the pages of scandal
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Sprayed on a wall in the frays of the flag
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Kisses forbidden on lips
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And all of your fine clothes blown into rags
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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There’s a tripwire
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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There’s a cross in the line there’s a circus
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There’s a voice that you might overhear
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There’s a lens making the picture perfect
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They say you have nothing to fear
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Torn from the pages of pamphlets
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Thrown in the air like confetti in church
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Far, far away there’s a target
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And the sound of an army just starting to march
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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There’s a tripwire
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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Just because I don’t read the language
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Doesn’t mean that I’m blind to the threat
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Though I thought there was more to forgiveness
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Than all we conveniently forget
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Torn from the pages of history
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Repeated again and again and again
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You’re either for or against us
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And that is how the hatred begins
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire, tripwire
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There’s a tripwire
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Tripwire, tripwire, tripwire |