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Small sacrifices or otherwise few |
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Unity for the sake of the many forms |
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Oh they use imagination only few can go |
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Touch of madness only few ever know |
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Well you can go on your way |
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Or you can stagger through hell |
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You can lie on your back |
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Or you can stand up tall |
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In a state of confusion |
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Got nothing to do |
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I was connected respected |
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Watching you make it through |
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And all this rhetoric |
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They tell me to sing along |
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They said that you were dying |
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But I know that they were wrong |
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Second generation melting pot |
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You're ripped apart but you're never done |
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There she goes |
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It's all right |
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Nothing to do |
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Waste your time |
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And all this rhetoric |
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They tell me to sing along |
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They said that you were dying |
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But I know that they were wrong |
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Well you can go on your way |
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Or you can stagger through hell |
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Or you can lie on your back |
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Or you can stand up tall |
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State of confusion |
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You got nothing to do |
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Connected respected |
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I'll watch you make it through |
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And all this rhetoric |
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They tell me to sing along |
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They said that you were dying |
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But I know that they were wrong |