| Another socialite elected in to reign
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| Another gross injustice suffered to enable
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| This olden postulation bred by disdain
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| The moral of a mighty fist must be forsaken
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| They live their lives concerned with subjugation
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| Useless in their own naivety
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| And for honor
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| I’ll make them look into the mirror
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| How do you sleep at night entangled by these chains?
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| The unexamined life is hardly worth the labor
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| So many questions sleeping soundly in your head
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| It takes a thoughtful mind to answr them instead
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| For though you claim to know the truth
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| Surrounding your existence
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| To know that you know nothing makes you wise
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| So I’ll play the role of the gadfly
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| As I continue to find
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| My way towards the light
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| Of virtue and grace
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| I learn to embrace
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| This momentary life
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| For everything I’ve realized
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| Will aid me, assuage me
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| For the day I die
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| Undaunted by sentence to go towards the river
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| I walk like a soldier to war
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| No promise of freedom can ever be made
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| For my prison will always remain in life
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| So with honor and valor my ally
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| I’ll play the role of the gadfly
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| As I continue to find
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| My way towards the light
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| Of virtue and grace
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| I learn to embrace
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| This momentary life
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| For everything I’ve realized
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| Will aid me, assuage me
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| Make certain my legacy
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| As moral compass, I fight
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| To sway the minds of the titled on high
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| And with a sip of this blight
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| I will uphold what I know is right
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| For on this day, I die
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| (On this day I die!)
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| I’ll play the role
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| I will uphold
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| I’ll fight the good fight
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| For on this day, I die |