| Some are chosen, some impressed
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| Some are lonely, some are blessed
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| Sometimes we disappear
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| Some build with sticks, some throw stones
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| Some live outside, some without homes
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| Some have tried to fly away
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| Slowly stalking by design
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| Feeding off our own blood line
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| Clip the wings that fall from grace
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| Starve beyond without a taste
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| We’re birds of prey
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| Birds of prey
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| The weak are lead astray
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| To feed the birds of prey
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| This is peace, this is war
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| We found greed and we want more
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| This life’s an open door
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| That stays wide open
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| This is hate, this is right now
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| We’re the love we won’t allow
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| Sometimes we gotta change, change
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| Slowly stalking by design
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| Feeding off our own blood line
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| Clip the wings that fall from grace
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| Starve beyond without a taste
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| We’re birds of prey
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| Birds of prey
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| The weak are lead astray
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| To feed the birds of prey
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Whoa, whoa
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| Slowly stalking by design
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| Feeding off our own blood line
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| Clip the wings that fall from grace
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| Starve beyond without a taste
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| We are, we are
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| Birds of prey
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| The weak are lead astray
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| To feed the birds of prey |