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You carry on like nothing's wrong |
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But the pain is never gone |
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Long enough to move along |
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You got an anger deep within |
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Buried under broken skin |
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It holds you back to hold it in |
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But wait, something in the air is calling |
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And way up above the stars are forming |
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So wake from your solitary grave |
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To burn out's better than to fade away |
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Stand if you're bored of being abused |
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Stand if you're sick of being refused |
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Don't sacrifice what you believe |
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Don't deny your hopes and dreams |
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Or tomorrow's just what could have been |
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Now it's time to make a stand |
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Middle finger with both hands |
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Don't give in to their demands |
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But wait, something in the air is calling |
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And way up above the stars are forming |
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So wake, from your solitary grave |
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To burn out's better than to fade away |
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Stand if you're bored of being abused |
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Stand if you're sick of being refused |
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Stand if you're tired of feeling used |
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Stand cause there's nothing left to lose |
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It's in your hands, make a stand |
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If you been abused, |
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You've been refused |
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You're feeling used |
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There's nothing to lose |
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If you've been abused |
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You've been refused |
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You're feeling used |
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There's nothing to lose |
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Make a stand |
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Make a stand |
