| I’m another king and a robber
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| I’m a brother trampling on your dreams
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| Before they stand in the way of mine
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| He’s a fighter with a hunger for disaster
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| A decider chained to the fate of the world
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| But words are left unheard
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| Feel the weight on your shoulders
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| Is there anyone, anymore
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| To slow our fall?
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| Yeah
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| All those people, all that power
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| Is there anyone, anymore?
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| Is there anyone, anymore?
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| She’s a lover, a true love mocker
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| And every dollar she earned at the cost of those
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| Who believed enough to let it show
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| In your mirror you will see a winner
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| A celebrated sinner standing in line with the vain
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| Those self-appointed modern day saints
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| Feel the weight on your shoulders
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| Is there anyone, anymore
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| To slow our fall?
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| Yeah
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| All those people, all that power
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| Is there anyone, anymore?
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| Is there anyone, anymore?
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| It’s not about conformity
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| It’s abuse of individuality
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| It’s insanity, it’s reality
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| It’s the promised land of hypocrisy
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| Feel the weight on your shoulders
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| Is there anyone, anymore
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| To slow our fall?
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| Yeah
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| All those people, all that power
|
| Is there anyone, anymore?
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| Is there anyone, anymore? |