| I say plenty
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| Insufficient
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| You say any, but not this one
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| You want me to pick a side
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| I choose the ones you left behind
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| All their reasons, not excuses
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| Your suggestions, for solution
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| You want me to pick a side
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| I choose the ones you left behind
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| I’m on the side with the guns
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| Left with no choice but to make it alone
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| I’m on the side of the ones
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| You hear about
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| You read about
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| You make us Their reasons, not excuses
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| Your assumptions, retribution
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| Just think of the way you treat
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| The freaks that you think you meet
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| You’re the ones that are losing your souls
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| Wearing things that they tell you are right
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| Just remember the way you fight
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| When someone starts judging your life
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| I’m on the side with the guns
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| Left with no choice but to make it alone
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| I’m on the side of the ones
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| You hear about
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| You read about
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| You make us We struggle in ways
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| You missed your comfortable days
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| And you say that, we’re ready for more
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| I fight in a place
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| crowded with bad memories
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| And you’re giving me more
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| Than i’ll ever be ready for
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| I’m on the side with the guns
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| Left with no choice but to make it alone
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| I’m on the side of the ones
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| You hear about
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| You read about
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| You make us
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| I’m on the side with the guns
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| Left with no choice but to make it alone
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| I’m on the side of the ones
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| You read about
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| You hear about
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| You make us |