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Here they go again, being untrue to themselves |
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It's nothing new, it's all been done before |
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They are not a dying breed |
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More like growing seed |
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With roots choking honesty and truth |
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They are twisting your words |
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And they are making up lies |
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When confronted they are in denial |
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No one is given the chance |
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To explain the actual facts |
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Because the book's already judged by its cover |
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Hate, rage, fear |
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Not prepared to |
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Hate, rage, fear |
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You think I don't hear you, talk behind my back? |
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You think I don't see oyu, and your hypocritical act |
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Did you ever think about the rest |
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Here's twelve rounds in the chest |
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Hate, rage, fear |
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Not prepared to |
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Hate, rage, fear |
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Not prepared to be |
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Pre-judged by thee |
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But determined to stand |
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Rise above |