| Crashing into the eye of the storm
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| Lost the sun, feel all alone
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| I’m living outside of society
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| They got dream inspectors, hate detectors
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| A taste of the flesh, kiddie collectors
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| Feeding us on their prayers and misery
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the night
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the sky
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| This life is choking me
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| So many lies, I can’t breathe
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| Chained to their sick reality, yeah
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| They’re so neurotic, they’re psychotic
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| Got a hand deep inside your pocket
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| They locked us up and threw away the keys
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the night
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the sky
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| They poison our seas
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| They burn down our towns
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| They kiss the dollar
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| And profane the crown
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the night
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight, we gotta fight
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| We gotta fight for the right to fight
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| We’re gonna fire up the sky
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| Yeah |