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conformity and uniforms |
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we're brainwashed from the day we're born |
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and every day we're living dead |
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repeating all the lies we're fed |
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sock monkeys and leather bears |
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unite against the billionaires |
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trade ideas or hug it out |
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cuz isn't that what life's about? |
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if i could shed a tear |
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i'd think about them every day |
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of every fucking year |
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it's in every single winter's day |
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as i see my shadow fade away |
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it would seem that every humble plea |
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dictates a door without a key |
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these dilapidated broken bones |
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in this empty shell that i call my home |
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all point at me the same way |
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to cloudy skies and early graves |
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and they all sing a song |
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to follow them to cask and urn |
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where they all say that i belong |
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apoyo la lucha en mexico |
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los pobres contra los vampyros ricos |
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a las zapatistas en chiapas |
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tienen los huevos, arroz y papas |
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i haven't slept in 7 weeks |
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my voice is gone, can't hardly speak |
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and something's hurt too deep inside |
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but it's coming out where it can't hide |
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if i could shed a tear |
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i'd think about them every day |
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of every fucking year |
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and they all sing a song |
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to follow them to cask and urn |
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where they all say that i belong |
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and so everywhere i see the dead |
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buried underground and in my head |
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and now the risk is crystal clear |
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i might kill myself from living here |
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but what is life but constant changing |
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i'd take it all and rearrange it |
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cuz what is there to fucking fear? |
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we're stagnating, wish you were here |
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if i could shed a tear |
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i'd think about them every day |
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of every fucking year |
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and they all sing a song |
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to follow them to cask and urn |
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where they all say that i belong |
