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Fed-up, tired, sick and twisted
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One man army, I'm enlisted
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Trust yourself, trust no one else
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Fuck a hero, be yourself
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And I don't need your lousy hand-out
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Clinched fists I'll fight my way out
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Fight my way out
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Find my way out
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People wake up
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And sing along
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I trust no one
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My trust is gone
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CHORUS:
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Born with nothing (born with nothing)
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Die with everything
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Born with nothing (born with nothing)
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Die with everything, yeah
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In a daze, these days go by
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Faster and faster I speed through life
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Now I've got to take control
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Of my mental and my physical
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Never sheltered from life's hard storms
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I was cold but now I am warm
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But inside I'm warm
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(Now I am warm)
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People wake up
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And sing along
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I trust no one
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My trust is gone
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CHORUS
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Searching and finding the truth inside myself
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Searching and finding the truth inside myself
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Inside myself
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Searching...finding...truth
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Fed-up, tired, sick and twisted
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One man army, I'm enlisted
|
Trust yourself, trust no one else
|
Fuck a hero, be yourself
|
|
And I don't need your lousy hand-out
|
Clinched fists I'll fight my way out
|
Fight my way out
|
Find my way out
|
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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My soul was starving
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I was born with nothing (born with nothing)
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And I'll die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born with nothing and die with everything
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Born With Nothing, Die With Everything
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| Papa Roach |
