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I`m the hard luck kid |
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Throw the bones on the fire |
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Tear holes through worlds |
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Makin` change through violence |
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Who`s really runnin` |
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The place you call home |
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Who`ll climg the mountain |
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Sell their kisses for god`s love |
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Obsolete factories |
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On rust ground dying |
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Formula cancer |
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America`s crying |
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Decline beauty |
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Worship icons |
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It`s your religion |
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Do what you are told |
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From the top of the mountain |
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Baby we`re fallin` hard down |
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From the top of the mountain |
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Baby we`re fallin` hard down |
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Out in the streets |
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Throw the books on the fire |
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Let them eat debt |
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While they starve on desire |
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Who`s really runnin` |
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The place we call home |
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It`s your religion |
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Believe in the gilded throne |
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From the top of the mountain |
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All doomed liars fall |
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From the top of the mountain |
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To where the people crawl |
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From the top of the mountain |
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To the hard ground below |
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To the ones you`ve forgotten |
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We`ll dance on your tombs |
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Walk with me |
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To the heart of the city |
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To the purple mountains |
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Through the nation of death |
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That steals our future |
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Programs the child |
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Makes change through violence |
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While cries for freedom |
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It worships control |
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And speaks of hollow victories |
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Of the land it stole |
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From the top of the mountain |
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Baby we`re fallin` hard down |
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From the top of the mountain |
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To where the people crawl |
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From the top of the mountain |
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To the hard ground below |
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To the ones you`ve forgotten |
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We`ll dance on your tombs |
