| Let’s get something straight
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| No one decides another person’s fate
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| I tried to look inside the head of all the changes planned
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| And now I can’t believe my eyes
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| I never cozied up to hate
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| I try to pedal in a fog of love
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| And if believers couldn’t see in it — oh my God
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| There’d be nobody left alive
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| You’ve got to fight for what you believe
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| Some people really really fight for what they believe in
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| And then the rain comes falling down upon your skin
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| Never washing off the reasons for the state we’re in
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| It’s the year two thousand and eight
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| Too many bombs ticking, lying in wait
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| And what are we going to do
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| There’s too many of us
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| And there’s so many more to come
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| There’s too many people
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| Fighting wars that can’t be won
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| Girl
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| Why do you do the things you do
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| And boys
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| You really know your black and blue, don’t ya
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| You’ve learned to fight for what you believe
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| You’ve learned to fight for what you’ve been taught to believe
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| You stand so tall
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| And you know you know it all
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| Well when the pain’s so bad you cancel all your plans
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| To bring a rain so hard and now it’s on your hands
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| Just come on up, sit down and close your eyes
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| There’s a coat you can have, it looks just your size
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| You’ll be wearing it under the gun
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| There’s too many of us
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| And there’s so many more to come
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| There’s too many people
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| Fighting wars that can’t be won
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| There’s just too many of us
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| And there’s so many more to come
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| There’s too-too-too many people
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| Fighting wars that can’t be won |