| Strange… there’s comfort in lies
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| Ways… for you to get by
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| I can feel your pain
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| I can hear you breaking
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| All your hopes and fears
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| Are here for the taking
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| They need you — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They bleed you — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They feed you — the lies, you want to hear it
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| But they don’t care
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| They say shit — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They play shit — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They fake shit — and say they really wanna
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| But they don’t care (they don’t care)
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| Fame… you follow it blind
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| You’re shamed… if not with your kind
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| I can feel your pain
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| I can hear you breaking
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| All your hopes and fears
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| Are here for the taking
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| They need you — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They bleed you — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They feed you — the lies, you want to hear it
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| But they don’t care
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| They say shit — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They play shit — but they don’t give a fuck about
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| They fake shit — and say they really wanna
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| But they don’t care
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| They need you
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| They bleed you
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| They feed you
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| But they don’t care
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| They say shit
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| And They play shit
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| They fake it all
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| But they don’t care
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| And all the knowledge in the world couldn’t save you from it
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| All your ignorance is bliss and that’s the way they want it
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| And they will label a traitor if you speak out of turn
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| Ain’t got no rights if you fight at the stake you will burn
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| The novelty of your freedom it doesn’t even exist
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| You’re just a slave to the wage, you’re just a hand over fist
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| You ain’t got nothin but bluffin, front and try to break out
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| You’re just a pawn, and they don’t give a fuck about
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| They need you, but not your opinion
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| They’ll say what you want, but they don’t care… At all |