Bleeding, nearly dying.
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still can't swallow your pride
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still can't face the fact that you've
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been hurt
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barely breathing, still denying
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there's a knife in your side
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and your writhing vain attempts you
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can't hide it.
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Can't stand these conformist cattle.
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Eyes terrified.
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Seeking some solace
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(CHORUS)
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I'm pulling your flag down.
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and I wanna speak clearly
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without fear of recompense
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and I want you to hear me
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without building your defense
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and I wanna see through the smoke
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that hides your eyes
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and I want you to notice all the fear
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and all the pain that shines through
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all the lies.
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I'm following you, but you don't know
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where you're going
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we're looking to you to tell us where
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we've been
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you're offering truth, but its news
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that's not worth knowing.
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(CHORUS) (2X)
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(Can't stand these conformist cattle.
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Eyes terrified.
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Seeking some solace)
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(CHORUS) (10X)
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Flag Down
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| Craig's Brother |
