| This whole world’s in a rush to be living plush, but never rich enough
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| Till that mirrors such a stranger we’re asking is it us?
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| Losing your vision, make one stupid decision
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| You’ve become the newest victim of the human condition
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| It’s a crying shame; |
| honestly it’s a survival game
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| While we die in vein making somebody rich
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| Like we scared of taking that step
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| Every days just another that escaped us if we don’t make an affect
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| Back seat revolutionaries ain’t lions at heart
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| Even the slightest of sparks can light up the dark
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| And everybody wants a piece of the action
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| Like peace and relaxing became a niche for the deceased or the lacking
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| Success, pleasures of the flesh and beheld
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| Treasures and endless excess in which we measure ourselves
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| I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans
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| Hope they understand how grateful I am
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| We do it right here, right now
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| With my peers, my house
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| And fight here till the day we’re gone and rest in white clouds
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| Life here, life out
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| If I’m a die here with my doubts
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| Then as night nears we’re gonna do it till they turn the lights out
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| And it starts with us, seeking an everlasting rush
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| Pharmaceutical market drugs, liquor and grass and dust
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| Murder, lust, self-worth, hurt and trust
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| Burden us like a curse till we return to dust
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| Keeping us on like we’re marching to the beat of a gong
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| Freedom is from our own hearts and those we leave the upon
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| Lingering on through the words that we sing in our songs
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| Even a strong foundation we could blink and it’s gone
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| So we carve out our marks and master our own path
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| In a castle of glass our heart where our homes are
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| Wars in our vein, that’s why we walk in the rain
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| Of course if the name burns brighter it was forged in the flame
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| You’ll never get a break until your dead or make fifty
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| And a pension ain’t a pay you resonate with me?
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| I’ve faith in my fam, so I can relate to the fans
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| I hope they understand how grateful I am
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| We do it right here, right now
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| With my peers, my house
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| And fight here till the day we’re gone and rest in white clouds
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| Life here, life out
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| If I’m a die here with my doubts
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| Then as night nears we’re gonna do it till they turn the lights out
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| We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go
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| We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go
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| We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go
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| We won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go, no we won’t go |