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Malignant and causing turmoil |
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Attacking from within |
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I feel the spit and venom |
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Burning beneath my skin |
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Childlike and full of weary |
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Terror is sinking in |
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I search for a voice of reason |
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Guidance to tuck me in |
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You want it all |
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You want the world in your hands |
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Well here it is |
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Cocked, locked, and loaded |
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Shopped, stocked, my cabinets full |
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Go on and break my doors down |
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Go on and break me |
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I can see you through my window |
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Terror breathes in here |
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Footsteps fall in constant form again |
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Don't tread on me |
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Fist to the opposition |
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Don't tread on me |
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Salvation of tradition |
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Don't tread on me |
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You want it all |
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To carry the weight of the world |
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You want it all |
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A ticket please, for a Sunday paper |
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A ticket please, for a loaf of bread |
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Big brother, are you my window? |
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Big brother, are you in my head? |
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Hey brother, are you watching? |
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Hey brother, are you watching me? |
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Don't tread on me |
