| I know I’m not a preacher,
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| But I speak the truth,
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| The next generation of the broken youth,
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| Misguided misled,
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| The lies we’ve been fed,
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| Cut me wide open with no reaction,
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| You’re not a prophet I can see right through,
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| The lies,
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| The pain,
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| Your self righteous gain,
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| So come one,
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| Come all,
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| We got a front seat at the end of the world tonight,
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| Are we blinded by the fast life?
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| Are we deaf to the cries of humanity?
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| You’re in the dark without a flashlight,
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| Get up, get out, shape up, and ship out,
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| We got it all in the palm of our hands,
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| We got a good grip till we’re dead in the sand,
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| We got to get out do you understand?
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| That I have been calling,
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| So stop with the stalling,
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| Answer me this,
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| Will you see the crack of dawn?
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| Isn’t it the light at the end of the tunnel,
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| Ready to take you on?
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| Take me on, take me on,
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| We’re flirting with a noose and were kissing a handgun,
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| (C-c-c-call it like I see 'em now)
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| I told the truth, you didn’t choose to listen,
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| (C-c-c-call it like I see 'em now)
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| Running away from all the things you face another problem piled up in the
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| corner,
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| You’ve got the faith to change the way,
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| You got the heart that breaks,
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| Are you starting to see things clearer?
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| Wipe the fog in the bathroom mirror,
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| Take a look at yourself,
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| And look nowhere else,
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| Please take a look at yourself,
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| Is that the person that you want to be?
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| Or just another public enemy,
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| Take a look at yourself,
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| And look nowhere else,
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| And shout it out at the top of your lungs,
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| Take me on, take me on,
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| We’re flirting with a noose and were kissing a handgun,
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| (C-c-c-call it like I see 'em now)
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| I told the truth, you didn’t choose to listen,
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| (C-c-c-call it like I see 'em now)
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| Running away from all the things you face another problem piled up in the
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| corner,
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| You’ve got the faith to change the way,
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| You got the heart that breaks,
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| I know I’m not a preacher,
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| But I speak the truth,
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| The next generation of the broken youth,
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| Misguided misled,
|
| The lies we’ve been fed,
|
| Cut me wide open with no reaction,
|
| You’re not a prophet I can see right through,
|
| The lies,
|
| The pain,
|
| Your self righteous gain,
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| So come one,
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| Come all,
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| We got a front seat at the end of the world tonight,
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| We’re flirting with a noose and were kissing a handgun, (Yeah)
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| Time passed away,
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| She had nothing to say,
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| Don’t be afraid,
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| Never let them take your souls,
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| Break down what little walls,
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| Society has left for you,
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| Be something new,
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| Be something new! |