| No one stands pointguard to the void
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| Without getting destroyed
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| You’re a boy bashed into the grid
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| You’re immune to rebellion from within
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| Aren’t you here til it says you’re not?
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| We both take diamonds from the mine
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| We both work on the archive
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| You invest power in your side
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| Watch and don’t see shivers in the darkness of its black light
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| Here til we say it’s not
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| Hey! |
| Put your hands above your head where I can see
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| Hey! |
| I know that you breathe the same air that I breathe
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| Hey! |
| We know that the things we do is how we speak
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| The things we do is how we speak
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| The things we do is how we speak
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| The handcuffs chafe against the wrists
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| The face is listless
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| Entertained only by a feel
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| Where we play, faces well concealed
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| Aren’t we here til it says we’re not?
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| Hey! |
| Put your hands above your head where I can see
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| Hey! |
| I know that you breathe the same air that I breathe
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| Hey! |
| We know that the things we do is how we speak
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| The things we do is how we speak
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| The things we do is how we speak |