| I would like a word with you
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| Kind and justified
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| I haven’t seen the life in you
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| Forgive me if I try
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| Time, hasn’t done the best for you
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| Open wide in my eyes, the pride to find in you
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| I am justified
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| I am a warrior, not the victim of your pain
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| I speak for the curious, infected by your ways
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| And we stand
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| I stand before your wrath, the front of my own grave…
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| I’m not a warrior for you
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| I try, to believe in blind but truth
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| Paralyzing my mind, and consequently…
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| So forget it by lies, and ask of pain to prove
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| That I am justified
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| By, what I expect from you
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| But I am still alive
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| I am a warrior, not the victim of your pain
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| I speak for the curious, infected by yor ways
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| And we stand
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| I stand before your wrath, the front of my own grave…
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| I’m not the warrior for you
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| Am I supposed to change?
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| Am I the only one who feels this way?
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| … again, a place… to end the love with emptiness
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| And I am a warrior, not the victim of your pain
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| I speak for the curious, infected by your ways
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| And we stand
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| I stand before your wrath, the front of my own grave…
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| I’m not a warrior for you
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| I am a warrior
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| I’d, like a word with you. |