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All I want is for the world to stop |
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All I want is for the greed to disappear |
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Pick up the pace back up |
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Take your philosophy |
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And shove it away |
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Your throat reeks of hypocrisy |
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I've only one shot to get through to you |
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Too much to ask |
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Pick up your pace |
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Stand up, state your theology |
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And hide truth away |
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A long way from democracy |
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I've only one shot to get through to you |
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Death.It's not yours it's not mine |
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It's just ours and it's sublime |
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Pain.Too much war |
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And not enough blood |
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Pick up your pace |
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Stand up, take your college degree |
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And cue for your pay' |
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Cause you reek of the problem see |
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They've only one job to give all of you |
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Too much too ask |
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Pick up your pace |
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Stand up, break everything you see |
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Take comfort in pain |
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It's all that you have left you see |
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They've only one gun |
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They can't shoot all of you |
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I've been backed into a corner |
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Making me feel like you never really need me |
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If you want me to be nothing |
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All that I ask is you stop being something |
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I've been backed into a corner |
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Making me feel like you never really need me |
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If you want me to be something |
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All that I ask is you stop being nothing |
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Back me in |
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I did not choose what is making me sick but |
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I still fall |
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I did not choose what |
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I got (No!) |
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Back me in |
