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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to... |
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This scene is too far gone |
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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to say |
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I've got something to... |
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This scene is too far gone to expect a message of peace to reach the top of charts |
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We are a giant divided by fear forged knives in the fires of our pride |
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We can't grow until we dethrone all the emptiness |
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Gentlemen! Gentlemen! |
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Your brawn will not be measured by the stiffness of your cap |
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Gentlemen! Gentlemen! |
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The statements on your knuckles don't make you the man |
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You say "I'm sick, I'm so sick" |
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But then bandage with a soiled tune and revel in the stench |
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"I'm sick, I'm so sick" |
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You bandage with a soiled tune and leave us singing... |
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I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the end |
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Not of life, but the ignorance poisoning our limbs |
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I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the end |
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Not of life, but the ignorance poisoning our limbs |
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Now ladies, are you listening? |
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How many artificial layers do you need to feel secure |
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Ladies, ladies! |
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How many opposing choices will you make against your worth all for attention? |
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Cause it cuts you deep |
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You are no more the face you paint than the muscles beneath skin |
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You are no more the muscles than the bones beneath them |
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Ladies and gentlemen |
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May I ask you one last thing before the beginning? |
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Will you ever be an audience that sees all the sick and empty lies you've been feeding? |
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I've got something to say |
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You got something to say? |
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Then spit it out right now in front of all the fakes |
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Drop out of the masquerade and wear you own name |
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Wear your own name |
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I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end |
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I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end |
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I'll seek the end, seek it 'til the end |
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I'll seek the end, I'll seek it 'til the end |
