| Give it to, give it to me
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| We're all alone, we're all bastard sons
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| Been cast aside from the world above.
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| We practice dark arts and open casket love
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| We bathe in the warmth of a plastic sun
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| And when we pray we feel one way love
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| I know it's so tough when you look but can't touch so
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| Please
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| Give it to me, give it to me
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| Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
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| But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
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| My heart can't shake the feeling
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| They lied to us
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| So don't bow down when you could be rising up
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| We're in love with defeat
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| And we march to the beat
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| But I know what I've seen's not out of reach
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| So give it to me, give it to me
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| Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
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| But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
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| My heart can't shake the feeling
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| They lied to us
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| So don't bow down when you could be rising up
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| We're alone we're all bastard sons
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| Been cast aside from the world above
|
| We practice dark arts and open casket love
|
| Yeah, they say that your best ain't good enough
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| But don't bow down when you could be rising up.
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| My heart can't shake the feeling
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| They lied to us
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| So don't bow down when you could be rising up |