| You gotta show me gotta make see
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| You gotta give me one good reason
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| And just because they don’t agree
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| It doesn’t make them guilty of treason
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| You say we’ve got to fight fire with fire
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| We can never let them win
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| We got to build ourselves a funeral pyre
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| It’s just the world that we’re living in
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| You know everything changes
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| There can be no turning back
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| We’re pointing guns in the faces of strangers
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| I hear the shout attack attack attack
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| It’s a fine, fine deviding line
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| Between the truth and the lies sometimes
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| I don’t know what you hope to find
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| I only know you got to be true to yourself
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| And no you’re out there on the fields of glory
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| Fighting for my freedom
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| I know it sounds like the same old story
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| But you’ve got to stand up for what you believe in
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| You know everything changes
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| There can be no turning back
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| We’re pointing guns in the faces of strangers
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| I hear the shout attack attack attack
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| It’s a fine, fine deviding line
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| Between the truth and the lies sometimes
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| I don’t know what you hope to find
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| I only know you got to be true to yourself
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| Sometimes it’s hard what’s right and what’s wrong
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| Sometimes I feel like I don’t even belong |