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You've got a lot to loose |
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It's delicate and there's proof |
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But it's not worthy of news |
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Your target is the young |
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You pierce your hook through the tongue |
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Reeling them in one by one |
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You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home |
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The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known |
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You've got a lot to say |
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But your words are a plague |
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Spreading hate and washing brains |
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Your proverbs are a joke |
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They're only there to provoke |
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You won't force them down my throat |
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You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home |
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The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known |
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You're nothing more than a prisoner in this place that you call home |
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The inability to think for yourself is all you've ever known |
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You've got a lot to loose |
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It's delicate and there's proof |
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But it's not worthy of news |
