| You’ve gotta choose one
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| Who are you, son?
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| Who will you become?
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| What are you made of?
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| Are you the run away type?
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| Or the run into the fire type?
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| Are you a put the gun away type?
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| Or did you come here ready for a fight?
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| Because everybody’s lookin' at you
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| This boy from Fairfield-Suisun
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| This boy with holes in his shoes
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| This boy who’s too drunk and useless
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| So who will you be right now?
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| Do you believe right now?
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| Will you unleash right now?
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| Because this is your day
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| Some want it to break you
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| You’ve gotta be brave
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| No one’s gonna save you
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| Take it straight to the vein
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| Do what you’re afraid to
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| Don’t show them your pain
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| Show them who it made you
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| Are you made to break, or made of stone?
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| Will you live afraid of showing your glow?
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| Will you step into the light?
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| And kill the devils you hide?
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| Oh, you can be free, my son
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| You’ve got a king inside
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| I know you got a mind full of demons
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| Your Grandpa Jim couldn’t let his go
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| And me, my life was a treason
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| Who I could’ve been, I slit his throat
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| So, my son, right now decide
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| Will you fall or will you survive?
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| Because this is your day
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| Some want it to break you
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| You’ve gotta be brave
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| No one’s gonna save you
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| Take it straight to the vein
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| Do what you’re afraid to
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| Don’t show them your pain
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| Show them who it made you
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| Take it straight to the vein
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| Do what you’re afraid to
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| Don’t show them your pain
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| Show them who it made you |