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Fear grows in Brooklyn, bitterness in Oakland |
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Guess there's nothing you can do |
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So much for the new day making your own way |
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These things don't apply to you |
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Shame on you for fooling me |
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Shame on me for believing |
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Who'd have thought your Patriot act |
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Could be so damn deceiving |
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What's happened to you |
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Is it all a part of your Monday mourning meltdown? |
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If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound |
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And what about all the blood there on the battleground |
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How do you like me now that I'm not around |
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Looking backwards |
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Is your life everything you wanted it to be |
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But looks will only take you so far |
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Do your patron-eyes let you see |
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Prisoners are as prisoners do |
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You're all alone in your open cell |
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Betraying those that had your back |
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Guess your methods served you well |
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What's happened to you |
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Is it all apart of your Monday mourning meltdown? |
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If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound |
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And what about all the blood there on the battleground |
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How do you like me now that you're not around |
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What do you do now? You're all alone |
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Do you still stand by your misguided views? |
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Is it all a part of your Monday mourning meltdown? |
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If a tear falls in the ocean does it make a sound |
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And what about all the blood there on the battleground |
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How do you like me now that I'm not around? |
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How do you like me now that I'm not around? |
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How do you like me now that I'm not around? |
