| We are born without identity
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| Molded by what others want us to be
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| Resentment in our minds and anger in our hearts
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| What’s left to fill the voids of these empty lives we start?
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| I’m on the search for something real
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| Something to hold, something to feel
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| Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
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| And realize and realize this world will never provide
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| Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
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| And realize and realize this world will never provide
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| This world will never provide
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| We’re soldiers on the march of death
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| But I’m breaking rank to desert the rest
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| Modern man is numb from the glow of artificial sun
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| Realities of revolution and rage
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| Buried in the noise of the information age
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| Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
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| And realize and realize this world will never provide
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| Our lives, our lives begin on the day that we open our eyes
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| And realize and realize this world will never provide
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| This world will never provide |