| Do you live, do you think like they told you?
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| Around your neck, can you breathe when they hold you?
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| Doing what they say, a puppet on their string
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| If you do just what they want they’ll promise you about anything
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| Can you believe, do you dream you could be free
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| Take your hands off your eyes so that you see
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| You’re more than just a face, You’re more than just a name
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| You’re more than labels that the hypocrites around you gave
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| To all the outlaws
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| All the outcasts
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| Wanna breathe?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| To all the locked-down, all the burned out
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| You wanna be free?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| Do you burn, do you bleed when they touch you?
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| Do you scream in your sleep while they cut you?
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| More than just pretty scars is what they want to leave
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| Sit in their tattoo chair they’ll leave the Markings of a Beast
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| Do you believe, do you dream you could be free?
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| Take your hands off your eyes so that you see
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| You’re meant to rise above, yeah, you were made to fly
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| You were made to sing and dance where angels never die
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| To all the outlaws, all the outcasts
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| Wanna breathe?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| To all the locked-down, all the burned out
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| You wanna be free?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| Say so long to whatever you once were
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| Say so long to everything that you once knew
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| We’re more than faces, we’re more than just names
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| We’re more than labels the hypocrites gave
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| We’re the affection of the Unseen
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| We are the sons and daughters of the King
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| To all the outlaws
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| All the outcasts
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| You wanna be free?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| To all the outlaws
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| All the outcasts
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| Wanna breathe?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| To all the locked-down
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| All the burned out
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| You wanna be free?
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| Come on and fly with me
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| Are you ready to fly? |