| What you think is freedom
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| Isn’t where your choice goes
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| And now you fear everything
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| There’s lost years and more wars to go
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| I guess it’s so typical cause nothing’s getting done
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| In a ditch with a shovel
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| In a bombed out space where the roads need fuel to survive
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| When the fog caves in
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| We’re discovered
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| They’ll never tell you
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| About the plans of the few
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| They promised to do
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| They’re not like you
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| And they’ll never serve you
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| When arson plays its role
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| There’s an unarmed maniac to chase you home
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| It must’ve been rendered sentimental
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| Maniac
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| Maniac
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| Uncomfortable you head that way
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| To rise up and break your fall
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| A native tongue will hold you
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| Let’s hope so
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| Uncomfortable you head that way
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| To rise up and break your fall
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| Say you will look and find it soon
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| Go ahead, you save yourself
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| Formulate and save yourself
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| My own way of systems
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| Often sold to nations
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| Sorrow, amelioration
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| Attention, Jupiter
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| My own way of systems sold to nations
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| In a ditch with a shovel
|
| In a bombed out space where the roads need fuel to survive
|
| When the fog caves in
|
| We’re discovered
|
| They’ll never tell you
|
| About the plans of the few
|
| They promised to do
|
| They’re not like you
|
| And they’ll never serve you
|
| When arson plays its role
|
| There’s an unarmed maniac to chase you home
|
| It must’ve been rendered sentimental
|
| Maniac
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| Maniac
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| Maniac |