| Sometimes I feel like a man that has two broken hands
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| All of this thrown at me, sinking me neck deep in sand
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| They can’t kill me no more, I don’t know what to say 'cause it’s lies
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| Lies
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| Underneath all this, they should see the man that I am
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| All of my life I’ve been tried and then persecuted
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| They can’t kill me no more, I don’t know what to say 'cause it’s lies
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| Lies
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| Underneath all this, they should see the man that I really am
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| I’ve been tried and persecuted
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| Lies
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| Undenied
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| Cold shackles inches from the knife
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| I defy
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| What’s mine shall be but nothing stands the time
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| Not surprised
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| It’s the same to sleep as it is to rise
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| Lies
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| Undenied
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| Cold shackles on my hands, inches away
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| Death or life
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| Look deeply into my eyes
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| Fire on fire
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| Way to be and get a fucking ride
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| Some desire
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| A «fuck you» soars through the sky |