| Put your hands up open wide
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| Put your hands up side by side
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| Age don’t matter like
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| Race don’t matter like
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| Place don’t matter like what’s inside
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| Let the kick drum kick one time
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| Breathe out let your mind unwind
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| Eyes on the ceiling
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| Looking for the feeling
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| Wide-open let your own eyes shine
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| Yeah, it’s where the fight begins
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| Yeah, underneath the skin
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| Between these hopes and where we’ve been
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| Every fight comes from the fight within
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| I am the war inside
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| I am the battle line
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| I am the rising tide
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| I am the war I fight
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| Eyes open, open wide
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| I can feel it like a crack in my spine
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| I can feel it like the back of my mind
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| I am the war inside
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| I get the feeling that we’re living in sci-fi
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| I get the the feeling that our weapons are lo-fi
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| Ain’t no killer like pride
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| No killer like I
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| No killer like what’s inside
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| Yeah, it’s in the air we breathe
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| Yeah, it’s in the blood we bleed
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| Beneath these dreams and what we’ve seen
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| We are the kids of the in-between
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| I am the war inside
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| I am the battle line
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| I am the rising tide
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| I am the war I fight
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| Eyes open, open wide
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| I can feel it like a crack in my spine
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| I can feel it like the back of my mind
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| I am the war inside
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| I am the war inside
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| Put your hands up open up wide
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| Put your hands up side by side
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| Age don’t matter like
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| Race don’t matter like
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| Place don’t matter like what’s inside
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| Yeah, every thought or deed
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| Yeah, every tree or seed
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| The big things come from the little dreams
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| Every world is made by make-believe
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| I am the war inside
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| I am the battle line
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| I am the rising tide
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| I am the war I fight
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| Eyes open, open wide
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| I can feel it like a crack in my spine
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| I can feel it like the back of my mind
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| I am the war inside
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| I am the war inside |