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You can spoon my eyes out |
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but I can still see through you |
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Slice my ears from my head |
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but you can not shut out |
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the sounds of truth |
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Lock off each hand at the wrist |
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so I can't raise my fist! |
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you can kill the protestor |
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(can't kill) |
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you can't kill the protest |
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you can murder the rebel |
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(murder) |
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you can't murder the rebellion |
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Sawed my feet at the ankles |
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but i wasnt going to run |
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i wasnt going to run |
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Grabbed my face |
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sliced off my tongue |
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Lock off each hand at the wrist, |
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so I can't raise my fist! |
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you can kill the protestor |
|
(can't kill) |
|
you can't kill the protest |
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you can murder the rebel |
|
(murder) |
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you can't murder the rebellion |
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LYING STILL NOW |
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NO |
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NO WAY TO SPEAK |
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NO |
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NOTHING TO FEAR |
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BULLETS CAN'T SILENCE IDEAS! |
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NO |
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LYING STILL NOW |
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NO |
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NO WAY TO SPEAK |
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NO |
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NOTHING TO FEAR |
|
BULLETS CAN'T SILENCE IDEAS! |
|
you can kill the protestor |
|
(can't kill) |
|
you can't kill the protest |
|
you can murder the rebel |
|
(murder) |
|
you can't murder the rebellion |
|
rebellion |
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rebellion |
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NO |
