| This place isn’t meant for people like you
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| Spouting ideals for your fans to consume
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| You’re insignificant, like an ant in the midst of elephants
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| You’re all the same
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| You know you won’t last forever
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| You’re all the same
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| A flavor of the week is how you’ll be remembered
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| You’re all the same
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| Pulling your so-called burdens off of your back,
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| throwing them overboard along the rest
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| Ignoring the pioneers, insulting your peers
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| Did it feel good to get that off your chest?
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| Dragging us miles and miles through the mud,
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| our faces battered and bruised
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| We’ll pick ourselves up out of the hole that you dug,
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| reaching and clawing to pull you under
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| The tides will turn, and justice will be served
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| «Self-righteous"isn't a term saved for the religious
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| The tides will turn
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| Justice will be served, while I carve you to pieces with my words
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| Your legend will fade
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| No one will remember your name
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| You know you won’t last forever
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| You’re all the same
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| A flavor of the week is how you’ll be remembered
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| You’re all the same
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| No one will remember your name |