| So listen up
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| Point to the truth
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| Coz we are stricken uh-huhh
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| And up here, with our asses in the air
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| I’m gonna fly to the other side
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| And find out what’s news
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| This road feels rough
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| Under my shoes
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| Crunching and gritting all that we hold true
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| And if you get your hands
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| And hold them just so
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| You might feel different and out of control
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| And I know there’s something sick
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| With what I’ve been sold
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| I’ve been tricked, poisoned, mislead
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| In what I’ve been told
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| Yeah, ye-ye-yeahhh
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| So cut the crap
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| Coz I’ve cut my soul
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| With knives and anything that I can hold
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| But you can buy me cheap
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| If you want another round
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| You’ll find me swimming in your head
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| Before you can count
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| One, two, three
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| And I know there’s something sick
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| With what I’ve been sold
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| I’ve been tricked, poisoned, mislead
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| In what I’ve been told
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| Oh baby you don’t listen much
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| To what I know, I know, I know, I know, I
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| And our hearts are lit with darkness
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| Falling down, down, down, down, down, down, down
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| And it’s the cheapness of the world
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| That’s been getting me down
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| With everyone screwing each other
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| And anything they’ve found
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| Every face I see, weeps with a colour I can’t describe
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| Weeping tears and dreams that are just swept aside
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| Who are to scared to speak up
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| Breathe the air, the evil, the change
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| The memories that are oh so strange to us
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| It’s all become clear, with this song in my ears
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| This song in my ears
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| And I know there’s something sick
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| With what I’ve been sold
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| I’ve been tricked, poisoned, mislead
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| In what I’ve been told
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| Oh baby you don’t listen much
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| To what I know, I know, I know, I know
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| And our hearts are lit with darkness
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| Falling down, down, down, down, down, down, down |