You've got a lot of nerve and I've got a lot of fingers to point
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While you were busy building knowledge I was already right
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I know a voice like yours is not a weapon at all
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And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
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So you can chant your anthems to the deaf
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And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
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Or we can take our voices with our hands
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Make like knives and make demands
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We'll take our voices - with our hands
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Make like knives - we'll make demands
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I'm burning bridges for the last time
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I'm breaking habits for the first time
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I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
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But I still haven't sung the last line
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On my way down..
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I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
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I'm not ready to die
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And everyday of my life I can feel it getting harder to breathe
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With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave
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I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret
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But I've been busy build scars that you will never forget
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If only thirty three years can save my life
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I've had twenty four more to make things right
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So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
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You can clear your mind and dry your tears
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When I'm taken home - and you're still here
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Just clear your mind - dry your tears
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I'm burning bridges for the last time
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I'm breaking habits for the first time
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I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
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But I still haven't sung the last line.
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On my way down..
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I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
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I'm not ready to die
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When I'm taken home - and you're still here
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Just clear your mind - dry your tears
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We'll take our voices - with our hands
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Make like knives - we'll make demands
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I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
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I'm not ready to die
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Not Ready To Die
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| Demon Hunter |
