| You show me love then spit in my face
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| Making your money off all of my pain
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| You put an eagle inside of a cage
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| And you think I'm not strong enough to escape
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| But I refuse to let you make me feel like I can't fly
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| Not only will I soar again, I'll own the fucking sky, yeah
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| So I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave
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| My generation's had enough
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| And you should be afraid
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| Oh-whoa, oh, not your prisoner
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| Oh-whoa, oh, better listen when I say
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| I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave
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| You couldn't even look me in the eye
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| When you let me go and then left me to die
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| But there was no question that I would survive
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| An artist on fire is one that's alive
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| You can't surround a lion with a bunch of lazy sheep
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| The one thing about royalty is that we love to feast
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| So I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave
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| My generation's had enough
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| And you should be afraid
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| Oh-whoa, oh, not your prisoner
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| Oh-whoa, oh, better listen when I say
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| I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave
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| Living like a riot
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| Setting off the sirens
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| Fists are clenched, I'm fighting
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| Soul has been ignited
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| Ain't got time for dyin'
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| I'm too busy thrivin'
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| More than just survivin'
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| Heart is beating violent
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| Living like a riot
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| Setting off the sirens
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| Fists are clenched, I'm fighting
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| Soul has been ignited
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| Ain't got time for dyin'
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| I'm too busy thrivin'
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| More than just survivin'
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| Heart is beating violent
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| So I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave
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| My generation's had enough
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| And you should be afraid
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| Oh-whoa, oh, not your prisoner
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| Oh-whoa, oh, better listen when I say
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| I put my middle finger up
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| I'm done being your slave |