| If I can’t speak my truth for fear of bein' abused
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| I might as well be a mute, my voice never used
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| I’ll be maligned, I’ll be distant and trolled
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| If I can’t be aligned, I’ll be thrown in the cold
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| I don’t think I’ve ever felt so out on the margin
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| I’m too old to fight with machetes and blades
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| I feel like a leper, like handin' my cards in
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| Like I don’t have the right to join the parades
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| I’m rockin' in rage, forward and back
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| My bones disengage, they splinter and crack
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| Deep fire in the clock in one last rampage
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| Drop all the lines, I’m rockin' in rage
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| Rockin' in rage, oh, I won’t leave the stage
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| Oh, yeah, I’m rockin' in rage
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| If you can ride it right here, you know how to die
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| If you can conquer your fear, you’ll get to fly
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| Ooh, you’ll get to fly
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| This must be your right, to get it down on the page
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| You know you must write, you know you must rage
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| You might learn to fly, get out on the stage
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| But you might as well lie, unless you can rage
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| I don’t think I’ve ever felt so out on the margin
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| I’m too old to fight with machetes and blades
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| I feel like a leper, like handin' my cards in
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| Like I don’t have the right to join the parades
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| I’m rockin' in rage, well past my prime
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| Denyin' the curtain, wastin' no time
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| So this is the carver, the death before age
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| I thought I’d be calm, but I’m rockin' in rage
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| Rockin' in rage, oh, I won’t leave the stage
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| I’m rockin' in rage, rockin' in rage
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| Rockin' in rage, no, I won’t leave the stage
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| 'Cause I’m rockin' in rage
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| Rockin', oh, my heart in a cage
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| If I can’t speak my truth for fear of being abused
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| Might as well be a mute, my voice never used
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| This must be my right, get it down on the page
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| I know I must write, I know I must rage
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| Rage
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| Rage |