| I’d like to write a letter to you
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| And the contents will ensure I was a fool
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| I got it all you people here today
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| To have you read along the words I can’t say
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| The words you see I’m pulling my mind
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| I scratch the… you push me in the mud
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| I feel sad to say the words here I must fall
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| Upon my lips you see I fucking hate you all
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat
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| A weapon has been drawn upon your face
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| Since you were born
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| Not been trying to steal with all that currency it’s old
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| But once you in desires,
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| You want to draws your fluids again
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| As the heavy thoughts behind
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| You slide them on it’s not too good
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| Then you never think to gaze inside a book
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| Or run your eyes across the life it’s morning too
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| At what point do you think it’s time to act
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| We’ll be alone in muslim door makes a crack
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat
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| On and on and on,
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| But you never come, never play one day
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| On and on and on before
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| But let you never come, see I hate you all
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| On and on for you again
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| …beyond faith
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| Forward, forward now, outside
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| Remind me of a time when we can fight the back
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat
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| You get up and fight them back
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| A fist, a boom and a baseball bat. |