| We take ourselves too seriously
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| We sneak as may politics as we can
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| But, who will be the last to realize that sometimes selling out is waking up?
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| So, here we are, two different walks of life crossed once before
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| And, it still takes a thousand miles to co-exist
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| We are the same, just trying to exist
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| If rewritten pamphlets is the best clarity can provide
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| Then you need one (a drink) worse than me
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| Being delusional, well, that’s a whole new bag and it’s fine
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| It’s fine with everyone until you touch them
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| (nothing is said no matter how angry or impassioned it may seem)
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| And when they finally had enough, they leave
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| They leave in fear
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| Your legacy will forever be self-righteous and violence against your own
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| Against your own
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| They can candy-coat their hardline roots all they want
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| But, I’ve seen the tapes
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| Don’t ever let those clowns define you
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| We take ourselves too seriously
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| We never leave our politics at home and just live
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| There will always be some struggle
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| Well, sometimes selling out is waking up |