| Cast out and all alone
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| In this barren wasteland
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| You never been so far from home
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| But now we’re on our way there
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| It takes heart to bleed your veins
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| From what they make us into
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| We’re rising from the flames
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| To break the chains around you
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| Locked out, shut down
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| We’ll never be the same again
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| We’re running through them
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| Don’t look back, throw down, get ready
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| They’re about to meet the revolutions
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| Forget what the world thinks
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| We are the chosen
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| We live, to ride
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| Our freak flags flying
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| Nobody owns you
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| Fight to be free
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| Put your hands up
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| And your freak flag flying
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| Mistreated far too long
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| Just the opposite of adulation
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| We’re rising to this song
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| Never fear, the used generation
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| Thrown out, locked down
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| We’ll never be the same (hey) again
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| We’re running through them
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| Shut down, locked out
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| Get ready for the end
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| To make its retribution
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| Forget what the world thinks
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| We are the chosen
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| We live, to ride
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| Our freak flags flying
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| Nobody owns you
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| Fight to be free
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| Put see your hands up
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| And your freak flag flying
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| With your metal masks on
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| And boots laced tight
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| Let me see your hands up
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| And your freak flag fly
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| Forget what the world thinks
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| We are the chosen
|
| We live, to ride
|
| Our freak flags flying
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| Nobody owns you
|
| Fight to be free
|
| Put see your hands up
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| And your freak flag flying
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| Put your hands up
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| (With your metal masks on)
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| Put your hands up
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| (And your boots laced tight)
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| Put your hands up
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| (Let me see your hands up and your)
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| Freak flag flying… |