| If I knew it’d be this way
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| I’d do it all again
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| But I’d only change one thing
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| If I was given every chance to change
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| I’d make it a point
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| To smile every day
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| So I’m cynical I guess
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| But whats left worth believing in
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| Wicked are the ones who dare
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| To think outside the box
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| I guess its righteous making money in the name of god
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| Think about what’s right and wrong
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| The same gray line we all live on
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| Oh, Sing out all the pain
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| If this was my chance to shine
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| But I have to think twice
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| 'Cause it’d come as no surprise
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| If I did not know what to do
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| If I was caught off guard
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| Sometimes your luck becomes a curse that you can’t forget about
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| So I’m cynical I guess
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| But whats left worth believing in
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| But you try, and you try
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| Wicked are the ones who dare
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| To think outside the box
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| I guess its righteous making money in the name of god
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| Think about what’s right and wrong
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| The same gray line we all live on
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| Oh, Sing out all the pain
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| The revolution will be marketed
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| We’ll all just be pawns in the matter
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| If it comes between the trends and truth
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| Then I will proudly march with the latter
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| Wicked are the ones who dare
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| To think outside the box
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| I guess its righteous making money in the name of god
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| Think about what’s right and wrong
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| The same gray line we all live on
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| Oh, Sing out all the pain |