| So how do you beg for what’s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you’ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where’s the place that you call home? | |
| Under the DNO slogan, what will be yours? | |
| They say it’s all about choices, no remorse | |
| Under the covers of sick, you’re ready relay | |
| In the periphery outta sight okay | |
| But today I’m running late | |
| So how do you beg for what’s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you’ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where’s the place that you call home? | |
| Under black fortune is how we dismiss you then | |
| We wind up crossing the street with keys in hand | |
| I wonder what it would be like if what you did | |
| Had different consequences, change your bees but | |
| Does that change the end? | |
| So how do you beg for what’s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you’ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where’s the place that you call home? |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? | |
| Under the DNO slogan, what will be yours? | |
| They say it' s all about choices, no remorse | |
| Under the covers of sick, you' re ready relay | |
| In the periphery outta sight okay | |
| But today I' m running late | |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? | |
| Under black fortune is how we dismiss you then | |
| We wind up crossing the street with keys in hand | |
| I wonder what it would be like if what you did | |
| Had different consequences, change your bees but | |
| Does that change the end? | |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? | |
| Under the DNO slogan, what will be yours? | |
| They say it' s all about choices, no remorse | |
| Under the covers of sick, you' re ready relay | |
| In the periphery outta sight okay | |
| But today I' m running late | |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? | |
| Under black fortune is how we dismiss you then | |
| We wind up crossing the street with keys in hand | |
| I wonder what it would be like if what you did | |
| Had different consequences, change your bees but | |
| Does that change the end? | |
| So how do you beg for what' s your own? | |
| Kick the pieces, lick their wounds | |
| Stoke the fire and fan the flame | |
| Squeeze the clouds until it rains | |
| Would you champion the cause? | |
| Till you find out what you' ve lost | |
| Who do you dare to call your own? | |
| Where' s the place that you call home? |
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