| I say: To hell with all of you!
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| Self righteous chosen few
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| We are not the ones to blame
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| Now you’re lost and running
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| And no longer gunning
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| So it’s time for you to taste the pain
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| Breakaway
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| From the fear that holds you back
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| Breakaway
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| From the flock, and join the pack
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| Find strength within
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| And let it out
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| You’ve got a voice
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| Rise up, and shout
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| Breakaway
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| We were born into working class
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| Tried it all too fast
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| Been wronged, and misdiagnosed
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| Once trapped in a tragic web
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| Fought, lied, and slowly bled
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| We’ve changed since we cut the rope
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| No! |
| We’re not outnumbered
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| It’s a scam! |
| The great divide
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| Labelled freaks, punks, and miscreants
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| Cus' we don’t want their lives
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| Judge us not because we’re different
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| Don’t bother to judge at all
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| Our creative minds are relevant
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| And your opinion is so small
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| We remain, and preserve
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| More of us every year
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| You’re the ones who see it wrong
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| So if you do not understand
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| Just be a bigger man
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| And move the fuck along |