| Clock is still ticking, why don’t you listen?
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| Ain’t got the time that you had yesterday
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| Can’t be so blind, way out of line
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| Thinking the world wants to hear what you say
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| Nobody ever knows why
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| Nobody ever knows who
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| Nobody sees that we’re all on our knees
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| Looking for reasons to do what we do
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| Hey, what the hell
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| Get out of your shell
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| Time to get back to when truth was all true
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| Get me some danger
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| Get me a stranger
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| Time to be counted and pay up my dues
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| Stand or fall
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| Get ourselves something that we can believe
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| Fight or crawl
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| Use what you find in yourself to succeed
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| Stand or fall
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| Wearing your heart on your sleeve
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| Politics suck, you’ll be shit out of luck
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| If you ever mess with the methods they use
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| No way to doubt, three strikes you’re out
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| You against them, it’s your freedom you lose
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| Nobody questions the law
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| Nobody questions the man
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| Nobody cares 'cause nobody knows where
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| We go to so we can kick out the jams
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| Hey what the hell
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| You know yourself well
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| Get back to your honuor and pride
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| Time for some slamming
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| Time for some jamming
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| Take us away from the snare of their lies
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| Stand or fall
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| Get ourselves something that we can believe
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| Fight or crawl
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| Use what you find in yourself to succeed
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| Stand or fall
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| Wearing your heart on your sleeve
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| We’re on the run, we’re under the gun
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| Sneaking and hiding, away from the sun
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| Breaking the law, don’t know what for
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| Our generation is made up of whores
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| Get out of town, get out of jail
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| Nobody here gonna make us our bail
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| Don’t really care that my life isn’t fair
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| Hard on your head in the electric chair
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| Out of your mind, deaf, dumb and blind
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| Don’t know how people can be so unkind
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| Grown up too soon, grown up too soon
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| Too many wolves looking up at the moon
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| Way too clean
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| Too fucking healthy, you know what I mean
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| Way too rich
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| Every executive son of a bitch
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| Way too mean
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| They’re all way to eager to feed the machine
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| Way too smart
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| Gonna come down and break all of our hearts
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| Way too slick
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| Way they schmooze, like to making me sick
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| Time to leave
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| Wearing your heart on your sleeve
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| Wearing your heart on your sleeve |