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Mark these words and hear their truth |
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You mean nothing to me |
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Your handshakes to play fake make me want to scream |
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The engine runs harder than your lies never could |
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Than your lies ever could |
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Just to mark these words |
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What price do we pay for something that we give away? |
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To reclaim what we have lost |
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Never to be found |
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[x2] |
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Thieves stealing the beating heart of our art |
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And trample it into dust |
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Like lifelines and hard times |
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There are enough to go around |
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Break the back of this slavery |
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We are nothing but cattles |
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Another sale in the marketplace |
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There's enough to go around |
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What price do we pay for something that we give away? |
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To reclaim what we have lost |
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Never to be found |
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[x2] |
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We disengage |
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Nothing left to say (nothing left to say) |
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To hold us down (nothing left to say) |
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To hold us down (we disengage) |
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What price do we pay for something that we give away? |
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To reclaim what we have lost |
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Never to be found |
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[x2] |
