| Feel like time is running, running to late to make a stand.
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| To many years I spent now running this world for the master plan.
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| Minor changes fill my head with green.
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| Like we’re surviving its made my soul so lean.
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| I’m ready to race off, point me to my keys.
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| Won’t you help me now, Bring the world to its knees.
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| So many souls I left with, To many men have fallen down.
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| I almost tasted the victory how many years did I wear that crown.
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| Minor changes fill my head with green.
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| Like we’re surviving its made my soul so lean
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| I’m ready to race off, point me to my keys.
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| Won’t you help me now, Bring the world to its knees.
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| So many stand for the taking, so many pathways covered in grease.
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| Standing my self on the pastures passing me by to grit my teeth.
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| minor changes fill my head with green.
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| like we’re surviving it’s made my soul so lean
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| I’m ready to race off, point me to my keys.
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| Won’t you help me now, won’t help me now
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| Minor changes fill my head with green.
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| like we’re surviving its made my soul so lean
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| I’m ready to race off, point me to my keys.
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| Won’t you help me now, Bring the world to its knees. |