| AOE, we are!
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| Yeah, and tell me why would you do it?
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| You love it when you have it, but you cry when you lose it
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| This is my type of music
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| They say that you ain’t real till you die for the movement
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| I’d rather live for the moment
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| Dream vision and show it
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| You know it
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| You know they say you gotta live for yourself
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| Love kills and everything else is hell
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| Like the ones that the story seem to know it too well
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| They keep us broken so their lies can sell
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| Like stories of the walls coming down
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| Stories of fuse on the ground coming home to the prowl
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| And the loud shout, look up how we’ve come to now
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| Would you look at what we’ve done for the good of this town?
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| But is anybody seeing what I’m seeing
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| No heart, no pulse, but we’re bleeding
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| Go to sleep, keep American dreaming
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| We’re not just meat that a fat man’s biting
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| We should know about it now
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| Everything’s made so we can stay in the house sitting down
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| Like a good dog, and never come out
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| This is why we’re here
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| On the rock in the sky
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| In a world without wonder
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| And we’re wondering wild
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| This is how we are
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| Take the love out of life
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| When we take from another
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| We’re just left with the lie
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| Yeah
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| I just really wanna know what’s going on
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| See about who the men in black cars really are
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| We’re here to talk, take the black shades fully off
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| Look me in the eyes, then tell me that we’re better off
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| For putting kids in caskets, and all your bastards
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| Who’re giving guns for gain of the rich
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| With fat pockets in they’re wives fat asses
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| Have a good laugh and cling those glasses
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| 'Cause the world is starting to feel
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| Something that’s wrong with the one at the wheel
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| And we’re coming down hard, bigger ideas
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| To let the rest of us down from under your heels
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| But you should know by now
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| Anything made so we can fly, gotta fall to the ground
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| Some day, and everyone does
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| This is why we’re here
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| On the rock in the sky
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| In a world without wonder
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| And we’re wondering wild
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| This is how we are
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| Take the love out of life
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| When we take from another
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| We’re just left with the lie
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| Yeah
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| Yeah, huh
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| It’s like a vision of RCA
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| A good doggy never leave
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| She just barks and plays
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| Obey what you’re told
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| You break the mold, then it’s over
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| You can be the good boy, I’ma be your soldier
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| This is why the country is still slipping
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| The vultures is still picking, the corpse is still living
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| Zombies sitting on the porch swing swinging
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| Democratic, Republican, what a fuck is the difference?
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| Posing for pictures and trying portraying images
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| Something you never will be and never was to begin with
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| You’re just a template, a cut-out
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| Do the wrong thing and get sniffed out
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| That’s when they put the cuffs out
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| They took the love out, we’re left with the lies
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| I have no disguise, no verdict, no alibis
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| I never wonder why, I just follow where I’m going through
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| Know who you are, follow what you know it’s true
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| It’s overdue when the game’s all screw face
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| Everybody talking out their neck or two face
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| Bootleg is the new real, no shoelace
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| Trapped underneath the boot heel, drinking Kool-Aid
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| And it’s only getting realer
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| Prescription the new crap, the doctor’s the new dealer
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| Absolute mix with something smooth that will kill ya
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| Sipping Molotovs, till I feel bust
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| And my mind is spinning
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| My eyes are glassy, drunk of these lies they pass me
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| Every rotation but they don’t ask me
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| And bullshit pain out of Tallahassee
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| No disrespect to the artist though
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| My calling is to say what we already know
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| It must come down if it’s up in the sky
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| And I ain’t saying how, I’m telling you this is why |