| I should have listened to her
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| So hard to keep control
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| We kept on eating but
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| Our bloated belly's still not full
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| She gave us all she had but
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| We went and took some more
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| Can't seem to shut her legs
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| Our mother nature is a whore
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| I got my propaganda
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| I got revisionism
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| I got my violence
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| In hi-def ultra-realism
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| All a part of this great nation
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| I got my fist
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| I got my plan
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| I got survivalism
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| Hypnotic sound of sirens
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| Echoing through the street
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| The cocking of the rifles
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| The marching of the feet
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| You see your world on fire
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| Don't try to act surprised
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| We did just what you told us
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| Lost our faith along the way
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| And found ourselves believing your lies
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| I got my propaganda
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| I got revisionism
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| I got my violence
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| In hi-def ultra-realism
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| All a part of this great nation
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| I got my fist
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| I got my plan
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| I got survivalism
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| All bruised and broken, bleeding
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| She asked to take my hand
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| I turned, just keep on walking
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| But you'd do the same thing
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| In the circumstance
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| I'm sure you'll understand
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| I got my propaganda
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| I got revisionism
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| I got my violence
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| In hi-def ultra-realism
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| All a part of this great nation
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| I got my fist
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| I got my plan
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| I got survivalism |