| I was taught to find the answers on my own
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| Brought up by punk, taught to question all and break the mold
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| All you have in life is everything you hold inside
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| It’s hard to play along once the truth has been realized
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| All my life I knew there was better way
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| All this time you spent and kept it locked away
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| All my life I knew we had a long way to go
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| We have a long way to go
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| Whoa whoa, we got a long way to go
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| Long way, we have a long way
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| We have a long way
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| We have a long way to go
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| There comes a time when every soul must face oneself
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| Stand on your own conditioned thoughts get thrown right out
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| It’s like a cleansing or exposing of reality
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| Once you realize every thing’s affecting everything
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| All my life I knew there was better way
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| All this time you spent and kept it locked away
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| All my life I knew we had a long way to go
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They say it’s me that’s wrong
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| My thoughts they don’t belong
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| My ways are dead and gone
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| And all I have are freedom songs
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| I just don’t think their way
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| Don’t like the words they say |
| The way they operate
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| Manipulate and spread their hate
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| I just don’t think their way
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| Don’t like the words that they say
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| We have a long way, we have a long way to go
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| Whoa whoa, we have a long way to go
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| I was taught to find the answers on my own
|
| Brought up by punk, taught to question all and break the mold
|
| It’s like a cleansing or exposing of reality
|
| Once you realize every thing’s affecting everything
|
| All my life I knew there was better way
|
| All this time you spent and kept it locked away
|
| All my life I knew we had a long way to go
|
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| They say it’s me that’s wrong
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| My thoughts they don’t belong
|
| My ways are dead and gone
|
| And all I have are freedom songs
|
| I just don’t think their way
|
| Don’t like the words they say
|
| The way they operate
|
| Manipulate and spread their hate
|
| They say it’s me that’s wrong
|
| My thoughts they don’t belong
|
| My ways are dead and gone
|
| And all I have are freedom songs
|
| I just don’t think their way
|
| Don’t like the words they say
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| We have a long way, we have a long way to go |
| Whoa whoa, we have a long way to go |