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You gotta show me gotta make see |
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You gotta give me one good reason |
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And just because they don't agree |
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It doesn't make them guilty of treason |
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You say we've got to fight fire with fire |
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We can never let them win |
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We got to build ourselves a funeral pyre |
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It's just the world that we're living in |
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You know everything changes |
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There can be no turning back |
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We're pointing guns in the faces of strangers |
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I hear the shout attack attack attack |
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It's a fine, fine deviding line |
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Between the truth and the lies sometimes |
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I don't know what you hope to find |
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I only know you got to be true to yourself |
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And no you're out there on the fields of glory |
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Fighting for my freedom |
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I know it sounds like the same old story |
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But you've got to stand up for what you believe in |
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You know everything changes |
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There can be no turning back |
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We're pointing guns in the faces of strangers |
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I hear the shout attack attack attack |
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It's a fine, fine deviding line |
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Between the truth and the lies sometimes |
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I don't know what you hope to find |
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I only know you got to be true to yourself |
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Sometimes it's hard what's right and what's wrong |
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Sometimes |
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I feel like |
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I don't even belong |
