| i never did lose a battle
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| but i’m feeling further from the end of war
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| deplore
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| ignored
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| and rarely ever self assured
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| why does it seem like the ones who have everything have nothing inside?
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| they have nothing inside
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| i don’t sleep anymore
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| i gave it up because what we do is enough
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| and now they’re calling out our bluffs
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| have you done a single thing for someone else?
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| or do you take take take until your belly is stuffed?
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| how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
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| before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
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| i don’t know but i’d like to think i had control
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| at some point but i let it go and lost my soul
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| sit tight but the revolution’s years away
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| i’m losing faith and i’m running low on things to say
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| so i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate
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| the tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
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| oh! |
| to have died that night i realized it wouldn’t last!
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| our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
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| the final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
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| oh! |
| to the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
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| and everybody’s laughing loud
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| your last chance to make your mother and father proud |