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We've crawled a thousand thankless miles |
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We've paid a million fucking dues |
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Yet your feeble words can't break us down - it's just kerosene on the fuse |
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Because this is our bar to raise |
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Fuck all the "Pay for praise" |
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We proved you wrong |
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We're far from through |
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We'll change this game in spite of you |
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The only thing we need to scale these walls is to believe |
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So, we'll let 'em say that we're dead and too far gone |
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Nothing can stop us now from what we will become |
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'Cause there's a power in belief |
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This is the power of belief |
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So exploit every damn accent 'til that bullshit trend wears thin |
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We know our army's will won't ever fade with a "IX" carved in their skin |
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Because they know we'd never take for granted anything |
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They proved you wrong |
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We're far from through |
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We'll change this game in spite of you |
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We'll tear off the leeches once sickened by our taste |
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The sweetness of our infancy they thought was bitterness in haste |
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They'll come out of the woodwork, crawl in from under the doors |
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Only to find they've been left behind 'cause we don't live there anymore |
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Let 'em say that we're dead and too far gone |
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Can't stop us now from what we will become |
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There's a power in belief |