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Thunder comes crashing |
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Through my mind |
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Once again |
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My rage is thrashing blind |
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As the noose is tightened |
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Something stuck in my throat |
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I can hear myself incanting |
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I can hear the oath |
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No more backing down |
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No more running |
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No more giving ground |
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No more running |
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Too many times |
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Too many places |
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Too many bigots |
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And angry faces |
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We're hiding away |
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To our own shame |
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You know the story |
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It's all the same |
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Mainstream culture |
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Mainstream lies |
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Mainstream husbands |
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And mainstream wives |
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I will not change you |
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Or set you free |
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Just let me pass |
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And leave me be |
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I hold no grudges |
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But I am drawing a line |
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You can either accept it |
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Or kiss my behind |
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For blubbering fools |
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I have no more time |
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I have roads to walk |
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I have mountains to climb |
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So stand aside, brother |
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Let me walk on |
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The oath is taken |
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The deed is done |
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I will walk on |
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Not matter but light |
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I will walk on |
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With one star in sight |
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No more backing down |
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No more running |
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No more giving ground |
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No more running |