| Questioned, until I found what’s mine
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| Only given so many options, promised to work out fine
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| Brought up, taught what to say
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| We’re all raised in tradition, waking up everyday
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| There came a chance that I took and ran
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| Questioned my conscience, stopped going along
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| There came a point where it all made sense
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| If what you have is right then I’ll die being wrong
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| Dead wrong, dead wrong
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| If what you have is right then I’ll die being wrong
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| Dead wrong, dead wrong
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| Wrong for the rest of my life
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| Hatred, in everything you’ve got
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| When it all came crashing down, realized you got caught
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| There came a chance that I took and ran
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| Questioned contention, stopped moving along
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| There came a point where it all made sense
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| If what you have is right then I’ll die being wrong
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| I was told it would work
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| Taught to accept
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| I was told it would work
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| Taught to hold my breath
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| Own your future, your own misery’s your own design
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| Own your future, your own happiness is yours to decide
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| Own your future
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| Live dead wrong |