| Oh brother hear these times of change keep whistling on the vine
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| Turn the page and come of age, join this struggle to survive
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| The aches and pains, the balls and chains, the only facts that still remains
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| Is I’m running scared and I’m running out of time, I’m running for my life
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| And nothin' seems to cover up the scars
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| A double dosage tries in vain, and tears rip this broken heart apart
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| The force fed facts the bad advice, when lightning strikes the same life twice
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| I’m running scared; |
| I’m running for my life
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| I stepped out of the system now I’m locked into a prison
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| Watching men who order violence light white candles in the silence
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| Through corruption and confusion, through this precious time I’m losing
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| See the facts turn into fiction; |
| see the health turn to addiction every time
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| Oh brother hear these times of change keep whistling on the vine
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| Turn the page and come of age, pack your bags and join the line
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| Think of me as someone that you used to love
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| At least some one you used to have the time for
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| Fuck off
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| All the changes up the payments, turnin' people into patients
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| See the same who order violence light white candles in the silence
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| Never looking for a witness never asking for forgiveness
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| When I’m running scared and running out of time |