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We're gonna take it back! |
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This despotic commotion breeds the rise of the ocean, |
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We're beginning to choke on the wake of a boat set sail, |
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Crouching with my cracked cranium in my hands, |
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I gaze down at the earth to dredge up escape plans. |
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It feels like the morning air is throwing ice picks at my face, |
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But this is the day that we have to stand tall and embrace. |
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I know we're gonna lose control |
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Yeah lose control |
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Timings of the essence |
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I know we're gonna lose control |
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Yeah lose control |
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Haunted by your presence |
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I know we're gonna lose control |
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Yeah lose control |
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I know were gonna surge on this one |
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I know we're gonna lose control |
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Yeah lose control |
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Yeah our time ain't begun |
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We're gonna take it back! |
