| Please give me a reason to believe all the lies
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| 'Cause my teachers and the media are ghouls in disguise
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| Abusing their authority to proselytize
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| But nothing they report to me could change my mind
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| I need a vacation from the way things have been
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| Because I’m growing impatient, yeah, it’s boiling my skin
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| Had enough manipulation can you just let me live?
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| Live my life
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| I’m not gonna give in, if I have to fight
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| Then I’m willing to give my life, rather die
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| Than lay down on my back, got no white flag to throw
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| This is my Alamo, this, this is my Alamo
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| Please give me a reason to give up on myself
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| You can tell me that it’s treason, this is stand and rebel
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| I won’t pledge you my allegiance, I’ll just bid you farewell
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| And goodbye
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| I’m not gonna give in, if I have to fight
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| Then I’m willing to give my life, rather die
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| Than lay down on my back, got no white flag to throw
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| This is my Alamo, this, this is my Alamo
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| I know that on the surface it might seem like I’m just fine
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| But I can’t eat, I barely sleep, sometimes I wanna run and hide
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| Feel like I’m dying in this cage, my soul is trapped, I feel confined
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| And I just wish they’d let me out so I could finally live my life
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| I know that on the surface it might seem like I’m just fine
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| But I can’t eat, I barely sleep, sometimes I wanna run and hide
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| Feel like I’m dying in this cage, my soul is trapped, I feel confined
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| And I just wish they’d let me out so I could finally live my life
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| I’m not gonna give in, if I have to fight
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| Then I’m willing to give my life, rather die
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| Than lay down on my back, got no white flag to throw
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| I’m not gonna give in, if I have to fight
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| Then I’m willing to give my life, rather die
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| Than lay down on my back, got no white flag to throw
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| This is my Alamo, this, this is my Alamo |