To Be Treated Rite

Oh, we are what we are when in danger
 And we are as we stand, head in hand
 When a friend brings to light
 On a cold silver knife
 You can stare your fate into his hands
 Oh, we are what we are when we're made to
 Be the sole owning guardians of land
 And there's always advice on a cold winter's night
 Like your dreams are just an island in the sand
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 Don't it seem so strange
 How it just don't change?
 Things you stay the same
 As they've always been
 Some of us are out to win
 And some of us are out to aim
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 Oh, we are what we are when we're praying
 In our way of seeking some light
 May the mission bells ring of the colourful dream
 In the faith that everyone is treated right
 Don't it seem so strange
 How it just don't change?
 Things just stay the same
 As they've always been
 Some of us are out to win
 And some of us are out just to aim
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 May the mission bells ring of the colourful dreams
 In the faith that everyone is treated right