| Now that push turned to shove, damn it!
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| And my mind is my own
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| Still you poke and you prod daily
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| With that off-setting harsh tone
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| And you thought that you had me
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| Underground with no doubt
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| Now the dirt lays on you heavy
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| Rusty blade cut that tongue out
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| Wise to your dealings
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| Wise to your games
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| Wise to the way you abrogate
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| The truth for self-gain
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| While the air keeps growing thinner
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| And my grip remains tight
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| Maybe now you’ll reflect
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| On how you tortured me day and night
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| You saw my bones getting shattered
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| Along with my pride
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| And on that dreadful day
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| You watched my heart, empty out and die
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| Wise to your dealings
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| Wise to your games
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| Wise to the way you abrogate
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| The truth for self-gain
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| It’s a brand new day
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| And it’s a brand new crisis
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| But was it worth the win
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| When you see what the price is
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| You say the past is the past, huh?
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| Just water under your bridge
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| Well today that bridge collapsed
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| Upon the sea that won’t soon forgive
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| And no you’re not immune
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| And you’ve created this monster
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| Now you just walk like a fool
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| Into the arms of righteous anger |