| Why’d you have to act on your anger?
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| Add a story of hurt to your name
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| Wide open space, you figured you grow
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| Trust me now, you were stronger then
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| Before you gave into despair
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| Traded your pride in for shame
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| From the passenger seat, you’ll look out in fear
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| But there’s no one to confide in
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| Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
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| Pray on the defenseless, and I’m glad I saw just how far you could drop off,
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| drop off
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| Why’d you have to age and grow cynical
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| With small men who still cling to your name?
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| Clawing and fighting out towards the door
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| Which you’ve blocked with your white hot anger, your white anger
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| Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
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| Pray on the defenseless, and I’m glad I saw just how far you could drop off,
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| drop off
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| Rage takes the place of your once strong control
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| That you reach for with trembling hands, with trembling hands
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| Why’d you have to age and grow cynical
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| With small men who still cling to your name?
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| Clawing and fighting out towards the door
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| Which you’ve blocked with your white hot anger, your white hot anger
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| Pray on the defenseless, call it strength of the lowest order
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| Pray on the defenseless, and I’m glad I saw just how far you could drop off,
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| drop off |