| They sit around, wasting time
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| Looking out for who walks by
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| They run away, a place to hide
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| Cause they don’t see from eye-to-eye
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| The pawns will play their part
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| It’s burning up my blood
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| Dead passions in their heart
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| Like a self inflicted drug
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| I don’t wanna be just like you
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| Conforming to what they do
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| They’re too lost to understand
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| They can’t change who I am
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| Gonna do it all, the way I want to
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| They walk around, preaching to
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| The masses of brainwashed fools
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| They hold on to, every word
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| And follow all of their rules
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| The pawns will play their part
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| It’s burning up my blood
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| Dead passions in their heart
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| And their minds are going numb
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| I don’t wanna be just like you
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| Conforming to what they do
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| They’re too lost to understand
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| They can’t change who I am
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| Gonna do it all, the way I want to
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| It’s out of my control
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| It goes on and on and on
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| It’s in their control
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| But they go on and on and on
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| They’re too lost to understand
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| They can’t change who I am
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| You’re too lost to understand
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| You can’t change who I am
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| Gonna do it all, the way I want to |