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Now that push turned to shove, damn it |
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And my mind is my own |
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Still you poke and you prod daily |
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With that off setting harsh tone |
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And you thought that you had me |
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Underground with no doubt |
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Now the dirt lays on you heavy |
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Rusty blade cut that tongue out |
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Wise to your dealings |
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Wise to your games |
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Wise to the way you abrogate |
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The truth for self-gain |
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While the air keeps growing thinner |
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And my grip remains tight |
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Maybe now you'll reflect |
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On how you tortured me day and night |
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You saw my bones getting shattered |
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Along with my pride |
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And on that dreadful day |
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You watched my heart, empty out and die |
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Wise to your dealings |
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Wise to your games |
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Wise to the way you abrogate |
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The truth for self-gain |
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It's a brand new day |
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And it's a brand new crisis |
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But was it worth the win |
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When you see what the price is? |
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You say the past is the past, huh? |
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Just water under your bridge |
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Well, today that bridge collapsed |
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Upon the sea that won't soon forgive |
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And no you're not immune |
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And you've created this monster |
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Now you just walk like a fool |
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Into the arms of righteous anger |
