| Its not much better than death
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| Giving up on everything
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| With every cynical breath
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| The air keeps thickening
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| The spite will fill our lungs
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| Till we spit it out proudly
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| And are you happy with what you’ve become?
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| Can you tell me loudly
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| Whether you stand tall and raise your voice together
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| Let the youth stand tall to raise their voice together
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| Let the empire fall
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| The culprits tarred and feathered
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| Give it one last go before you give it up
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| All of the silent shout out to me
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| If you’re not gone
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| All of the dormant rise up for me
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| Yeah only you can save us
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| Only you can save yourself
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| Can we revile in our lack of shame
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| We think it makes us better than
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| All the masses we forgot had names
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| And we are still all partying
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| As we all perform the global hysterectomy
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| The scars we form appear the very second we turn our backs on this old human
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| race
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| All of the silent shout out to me
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| If you’re not gone
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| All of the dormant rise up for me
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| Yeah only you can save us
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| Only you can save yourself
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| Shout out to me if you’re not gone
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| Shout out to me if you’re not gone
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| Let them hear you cross the distance
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| Let them know of your resistance |