| She cries… its freedom that we need, but I have yet to see a cause to believe
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| (I need to feel it, please just let me feel all right)
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| it comes in waves of need, ten ways to make you bleed before you get to die
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| can we give it one more shot, have we thrown all hope away,
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| does it have to be this painful just to make it through?
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| this is not our requiem, we’re wasting time as victims
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| why spend our lives on bended knee, choosing not to be free?
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| He sighs… I’m quickly burning out all that’s left of me are jaded memories
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| (I need to feel it please just let me feel all right)
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| of what I could have been if I had only been less of what they wanted
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| can we give it one more shot, have we thrown all hope away,
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| does it have to be this painful just to make it through?
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| this is not our requiem, we’re wasting time as victims
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| why spend our lives on bended knee, choosing not to be free?
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| and we’re still here, all together, and all alone
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| consumed with fear that one day we’ll discover,
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| how empty we’ve become
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| restricted and ashamed, we crave what they provide us,
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| so we’ll never feel alone
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| can we give it one more shot, have we thrown all hope away,
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| does it have to be this painful just to make it through?
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| this is not our requiem, we’re wasting time as victims
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| why spend our lives on bended knee, choosing not to be free?
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| I am now just learning to breathe |