This time I won't be hanging around
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I'll sever the ties that have me gagged and bound
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(your idle hands have tied you down)
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What¡¯s to lose, enemies or friends?
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What¡¯s the lynch mob's verdict, am I truth or am I trend?
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Its easier to judge a voice than it is to use one
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Its easier to avoid the sides than it is to choose one
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Standards held on peers face their inventors with doubt
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Soap operas rot themselves from the inside out
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Your flaws are fooling you
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They find themselves in others
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I'm a black sheep with a hidden smile
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Some things never change
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You¡¯re a type-cast, with your head low
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Secretly jealous and horribly plain
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Exiled, from the best of the worst
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Your cure is my curse
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Your forest needs fire
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Your abstinence needs desire
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Your rubber neck needs barbed wire
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Banished And Loving It
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| The Ghost |
