| A lost soul
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| A willing hand
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| A scapegoat
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| The sacrificial lamb
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| It’s so cold
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| A one way scam
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| That takes hold
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| So devious, the plan
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| But time
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| It will unravel and expose
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| Us for the fools we are
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| We pay no mind
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| We pay no mind at all
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| We must be blind
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| When will this ever stop?
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| When the last man falls
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| Who’ll be the first to rise and call you out?
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| Who’ll be the first to draw the line?
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| Indifference, a lasting curse
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| Resilience, your blessing in disguise
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| The millions you stand to hurt
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| Still willing to stand right by your side
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| But time
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| It will unravel and expose
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| Us for the fools we are
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| We pay no mind
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| We pay no mind at all
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| We must be blind
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| When will this ever stop?
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| When the last man falls
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| Who’ll be the first to rise and call you out?
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| Who’ll be the first to draw the line?
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| So entitled since the day that you were born
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| Still we hear you screaming, «Give me more, give me more»
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| So entitled since the day that you were born
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| Still we hear you screaming, «Give me more, give me more»
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| So emboldened since the day that we were torn
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| You got away with murder, I won’t let you anymore
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| We pay no mind
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| We pay no mind at all
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| We pay no mind
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| We pay no mind at all
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| We must be blind
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| When will this ever stop?
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| When the last man falls
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| Who’ll be the first to rise and call you out?
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| Who’ll be the first to draw the line and walk
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| And make you pay the price for what you are?
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| But in the end we’ll pay no mind |