| Who writes the story when it’s told?
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| The preyed upon people are the ones who are sold
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| Beware the lies
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| I say woe
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| Who writes the lies that define our lives?
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| Who writes the obituary when you’re dying?
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| I won’t assimilate, because I can’t
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| I know there’s something more that chills my bones
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| Woe
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| Bones
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| Bones, yeah
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| But what are you?
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| What are we? |
| A bunch of chemicals?
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| That’s what keeps us all down
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| The lies make us so afraid
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| So afraid of dying
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| But now that I’m dead, what can they take from me?
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| We’ll live again if we die for justice
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| 'Cause I won’t die for them
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| I’ll die for a just world
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| We’ll have the final say
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| And I know they’ll have to listen
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| When we finally find a way
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| They’re the ones who were born dead
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| We’re the ones reborn into better lives
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| The day we really start living
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| The day we decide to never compromise
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| Was I born for dying? |
| Were you born for dying?
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| Was I born for dying? |
| Were you born for dying?
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| No one, no one, should ever break their back like you
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| No one, no one, should ever have to die like you
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| No one, no one, what are we waiting for?
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| No one, no one, was born to be bones
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| No one, no one, should live their lives like they’re already dead
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| No one, no one…
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| We have to live right now
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| Live |