| we got people, we got truth,
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| we got freedom to abuse, we got safety,
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| we got knives, we got the world
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| that’s what we got.
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| We get buried in the ground,
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| whenever people think it’s time,
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| we got rationality, we got boredom and that’s free.
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| But you have the woods.
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| You don’t have to choose.
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| We say come on, you say FUCK,
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| it’s your way of never giving up.
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| We get you to rearrange,
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| But we see nothing in your hands.
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| You are smarter than we thought,
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| everybody thinks you’re lost,
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| we just scream, you just keep it shut,
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| silence made it to your guts.
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| You don’t have to make a sound,
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| don’t turn around,
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| you are free, you are loved.
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| You are free, you are done.
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| You have the woods, you don’t have to choose. |