| I saw you off far away
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| In my sights, in my sights, in my sights
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| Could have shot you right through the head
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| But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive
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| In the middle of these times
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| They say are better than ever
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| Well, I just feel nothing tonight
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| I am the sting of the past
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| I am the sound of uprising
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| Follow the path of these busted out streetlights
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| Ignore the sound of the sirens
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| I saw you off far away
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| In my sights, in my sights, in my sights
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| Could have shot you right through the head
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| But I’ll drive and I’ll drive and I’ll drive
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| We hate you too
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| Because our streets are broken and busted
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| We hate you too
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| Because our streets are broken and busted
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| In the middle of these times
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| They say are better than ever
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| Well, I just feel nothing tonight
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| In a world pitching right
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| For what seems like forever
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| Does your privilege seem harder to fight |