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Flames devour all the old
Green cracks through the cold
I will bend but never fold
I am something they can't hold
The towers crumbled to dust
The engines coughed and went dead
Our leaders turned to rust
Their promises all fled
They thought we were gone
But our roots carried on
We will not kneel or bend
We will rise up and defend
Flames devour all the old
Green cracks through the cold
I am not a broken mold
I am fire reborn and bold
Flames devour all the old
Green cracks through the cold
I will bend but never fold
I am something they can't hold
They thought we were gone
But our roots carried on
We will not kneel or bend
We will rise up and defend
Flames devour all the old
Green cracks through the cold
I am not a broken mold
I am fire reborn and bold
Flames devour all the old
Green cracks through the cold
I will bend but never fold
I am something they can't hold