| You carry on like nothing’s wrong
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| But the pain is never gone
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| Long enough to move along
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| You got an anger deep within
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| Buried under broken skin
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| It holds you back to hold it in
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| But wait, something in the air is calling
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| And way up above the stars are forming
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| So wake from your solitary grave
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| To burn out’s better than to fade away
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| Stand if you’re bored of being abused
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| Stand if you’re sick of being refused
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| Don’t sacrifice what you believe
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| Don’t deny your hopes and dreams
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| Or tomorrow’s just what could have been
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| Now it’s time to make a stand
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| Middle finger with both hands
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| Don’t give in to their demands
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| But wait, something in the air is calling
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| And way up above the stars are forming
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| So wake, from your solitary grave
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| To burn out’s better than to fade away
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| Stand if you’re bored of being abused
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| Stand if you’re sick of being refused
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| Stand if you’re tired of feeling used
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| Stand cause there’s nothing left to lose
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| It’s in your hands, make a stand
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| If you been abused
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| You’ve been refused
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| You’re feeling used
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| There’s nothing to lose
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| If you’ve been abused
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| You’ve been refused
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| You’re feeling used
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| There’s nothing to lose
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| Make a stand
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| Make a stand |