| Don’t, don’t let 'em in your skin
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| You beat yourself to death just to be here
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| No, don’t ever let 'em win
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| You sacrificed too much to take your foot from off the clutch
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| Don’t slow it down, you speed it up
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| We’re movin'
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| Don’t, don’t let 'em in your skin
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| You beat yourself to death just to be here
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| Oh, this planet’s rust, our planet’s a playground to some
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| They have bombs, we got love
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| We have dreams, they have guns
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| They’re losing
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| 'Cause we don’t get cash when we get paid
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| We got a happy life and health instead
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| The rebels yell, the rebels say
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| «The TVs lie and the radio’s fake»
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| And all we want’s a
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| And all we want’s a taste
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| Don’t, don’t let 'em in your skin
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| You beat yourself to death just to be here
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| Oh, our lives entwine, we share the same place and time
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| This is beauty, it’s life
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| It’s your duty, your right, to go and do it
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| 'Cause we don’t get cash when we get paid
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| We got a happy life and health instead
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| The rebels yell, the rebels say
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| «The TVs lie and the radio’s fake»
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| And all we want’s a
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| And all we want’s a taste
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| Of something worthwhile
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| Of something worthwhile
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| Of something worthwhile
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| 'Cause we don’t get cash when we get paid
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| We got a happy life and health instead
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| The rebels yell, the rebels say
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| «The TVs lie and the radio’s fake»
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| And all we want’s a
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| And all we want’s a taste
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| Of something worthwhile
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| Of something worthwhile
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| Of something worthwhile |