| Now everywhere we go
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| Someone wants control
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| Tells us what we can say
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| And how much blood we have to pay
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| Well now I think I’m through
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| With other people’s rules
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| Gonna live life how we chose
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| Even if we’re born to lose
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| Even if we’re born to lose
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| Put the boots in, then you walk away
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| They say that we’re all free
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| But I just don’t agree
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| They want conformity
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| Well that’s not what they’ll get from me
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| I walked a crooked mile
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| And I’m never quite in style
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| There’s tyranny and strife
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| Everywhere you look in life
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| Everywhere you look in life
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| You gotta fight, fight, for what you want
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| Put the boots in, then you walk away |