| I’ve got all my questions answered
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| I’ve got nothing left to say
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| This time I’m prepared to live through
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| The roads of a different state
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| Nothing’s gonna slow me down
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| No one will be there to tell
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| I’m about to lose my grin
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| And leave behind a living hell
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| Sympathetic solid notions
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| Of what you should give to take
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| Synchronized love devotion
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| Generated by a living state
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| Everyone has something to say
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| But no one really speaks out loud
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| When will the silent mob
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| Turn into a raging crowd?
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way
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| Look inside a politician’s brain
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| You get to see his dollar race
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| I wonder if he’ll ever win
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| A ticket to a better place
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| Everyone has something to pay
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| As long as you keep pushing them
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| If only we could open one eye
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| Then maybe we could start a flame
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way
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| Solid as dreams of a rebel
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| We’ll always find our way |