| Compete, Compete
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| Let the blood fill the streets
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| Hear the cries of the fallen denying defeat
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| Comply, Comply
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| You don’t deserve to know why
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| Forced to push on 'til the day that you die
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| My respect tied to the tracks, train’s on my back
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| These ropes are too tight
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| And those headlights look like home
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| I’m searching for a sign
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| Just a bitter ending
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| Reciting all these lines
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| Need a reason or a rhyme
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| Just bitter ending
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| Seems like a waste of time
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| Attack, Attack
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| Cause there’s no looking back
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| Your value defined by that which you have
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| Control, Control
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| Its always been about control
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| The money you work for the things that you own
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| Inspiration slipping pas memory’s grasp
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| Brighter prospects now look nothing like i’d hoped
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| I’m searching for a sign
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| Just a bitter ending
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| Reciting all these lines
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| Need a reason or a rhyme
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| Just a bitter ending
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| Seems like a waste of time
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| We won’t play the game
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| Fight to stay on top
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| You don’t realize it never stops
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| So bring us wealth
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| Bring us fame
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| It’s a disease, so break the chain
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| I’m searching for a sign
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| Just a bitter ending
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| Reciting all these lines
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| Holding my breath waiting
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| Need a reason or a rhyme
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| Just a bitter ending
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| Seems like a waste of time |