| «Get back up, what are you waiting for this time? |
| «I'm over playing with this plight
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| But I’m still handcuffed, ball-gagged, facedown to the floor
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| And I’m waiting while I’m hating what I’m waiting for
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| It’s time to take ahold of what belongs to me It’s time to walk away with no apologies
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| These voices in the mirror start quietly
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| And now they’re screaming back at me Don’t back down
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| Holding on until my hands and mind are bleeding
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| This is my birthright
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| I’m so sick of feeling like I’m helpless
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| This is over tonight
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| Don’t back up, your ass is to the wall again and
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| Aren’t you sick of wasting so much time?
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| And yes it’s true you’re a fool if you think you were born
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| To be waiting while you’re hating what you’re waiting for
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| How could have I been so earthbound
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| with my heart in the depths and my face in the ground?
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| it’s time to uproot myself and move on How could have I been making sound
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| When my mouth and my lungs had both fused to the ground?
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| it’s time to uproot myself and move on The voices in my head have all begun to sing
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| (the voices in your head have all begun to sing)
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| and they sure as hell hope I am listening
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| (I sure as hell hope you are listening) |