| A cold December in a sleepy town
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| it’s no different your a freak
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| and they don’t want you around
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| Got daddy’s car on a Friday night
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| Just a speed bump in a privileged life.
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| There ain’t no justice if your not like them.
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| You stand out in the crowd like a target with your friends.
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| So much more than what they see,
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| they’re afraid of someone who lives so free.
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| Fist Magnet, conform to this decay,
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| Fist Magnet, why won’t you obey?
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| Fist Magnet, more than what they see
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| now there’s a little less sunshine here today.
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| It’s dark outside
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| they extinguish your light,
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| the ninjas in the Caddie
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| roll silently out of sight.
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| Got daddy’s car on a Friday night
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| Just a speed bump in a privileged life.
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| It’s true we’re just like you and we’ll carry on,
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| and I hope that one day I can be just half as strong,
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| and you walk with us to this day
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| AND WE’RE ALL BRIAN DENEKE!
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| I WALK IN THE LIGHT I REFUSE TO HIDE!
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| I’LL BE MYSELF AND I WILL LIVE WITH PRIDE!
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| I WON’T BE DENIED!
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| FIST MAGNET
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| FIST MAGNET
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| FIST MAGNET! |