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Been searching for a reason |
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To make us change |
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You got the whole world listening |
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But you got nothing to say |
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And as we gathered in the ashes |
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Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" |
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They're making music for the masses |
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Sliced up real thin for the radio |
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All that you took for granted |
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Has been replaced |
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And now that you're left with nothing |
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But more of the same |
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And as we gathered in the ashes |
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Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" |
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They're making music for the masses |
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Sliced up real thin for the radio |
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Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) |
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Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) |
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Who do you think you are? (Who do you think you are?) |
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We'll be climbing always |
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We'll be climbing your way |
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And as we gathered in the ashes |
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Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" |
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They're making music for the masses |
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Sliced up real thin for the radio |
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And as we gathered in the ashes |
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Said "fire 'em up boys and let 'em go" |
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They're making music for the masses |
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Sliced up real thin for the radio |
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You all sound the same |
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With nothing to say |