| I’m waking up
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| To new frustrations
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| Been looking for the light
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| Illumination
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| These Monarch lands
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| Hold tainted water
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| They’re starving out the lost
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| Their sons and daughters
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| Get up and refuse
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| Pick a calling
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| They don’t know your name
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| But I do
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| Sick of being used?
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| We’re still falling
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| They won’t be the same
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| When I’m through
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| Diverge the chase
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| Don’t follow pace
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| Make your own way through the heavens
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| To raise hell
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| Drum up the last yell
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| For the ones just getting by
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| So my coin is flipped
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| And this sale has shipped
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| I am on my way to deliver
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| In motion
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| Gunning for a promotion
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| 'Cause I won’t let the status slide
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| I’m thawing out
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| Restored by starlight
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| I push against the tide
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| The planet’s birthright
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| We’re building up
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| A new solution
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| To tear it down for good
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| The institution
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| Get up and refuse
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| Pick a calling
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| They don’t know your name
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| But I do
|
| Sick of being used?
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| We’re still falling
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| They won’t be the same
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| When I’m through
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| Diverge the chase
|
| Don’t follow pace
|
| Make your own way through the heavens
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| To raise hell
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| Drum up the last yell
|
| For the ones just getting by
|
| So my coin is flipped
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| And this sale has shipped
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| I am on my way to deliver
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| In motion
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| Gunning for a promotion
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| 'Cause I won’t let the status slide
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| Meeting up and crashing down
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| They’re suffocating
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| In these godforsaken towns
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| We’re sick of waiting
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| For the odds to flip our way
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| With pockets empty
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| We could force the board to pay
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| Light this starry night
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| I’ll bring the fire
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| If you make this tragedy right
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| I’ve been inspired
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| By the cold hearts far and wide
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| The cheated system’s
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| Gonna fight back for its life
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| Diverge the chase
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| Don’t follow pace
|
| Gunning for a promotion
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| 'Cause I won’t let the status slide
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| Diverge the chase
|
| Don’t follow pace
|
| Make your own way through the heavens
|
| To raise hell
|
| Drum up the last yell
|
| For the ones just getting by
|
| So my coin is flipped
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| And this sale has shipped
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| I am on my way to deliver
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| In motion
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| Gunning for a promotion
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| 'Cause I won’t let the status slide |