| This is where I stand up for myself
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| All the things that were promised to me
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| They fell through like I’m walking on water
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| I’m treading the surface
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| It always feels hopeless
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| There must be something more than this
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| More than the life we have given our lives for
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| Clenched fists of the hopeless
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| And still nobody cares
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| So many lives
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| Have been lost on account of someone else’s words
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| Taken for granted
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| Their souls have left too soon from here
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| I know of your intentions
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| You won’t break us down
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| Deep rivers of affluence
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| Buried underneath this blood drenched sand
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| White collars are watching
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| Reaping the spoils of progress
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| I know of your directions
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| And you can’t break me down
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| Cause I refuse to move
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| You won’t bring me down this time
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| You won’t have my forgiveness
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| This day as my witness I will prove you wrong
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| Ill scream it from the top of my lungs
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| This is a war, and I have won
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| You won’t make another mark on this skin
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| You won’t even get the chance
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| To break free from the grip of your taument
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| Just let me go |