This is a place that has no soul
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No will to live no where to go
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This is a time of much despair
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In a world where gold rules all
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The fools are quickly first to fall
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They think a god will save them all
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No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them
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No! The problems multiplying and compounding
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No! I will not let chains of excess pull me
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No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me
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The time to find, we gotta find
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The time to find, the state of mind
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This is a place that has no soul
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No will to live no where to go
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This is a time of much despair
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I will not get down on my knees
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It's the American disease
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It's just the way they hold us down
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No! They cannot see the prisoons that surround them
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No! The problems multiplying and compounding
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No! I will not let chains of excess pull me
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No! Into a pit of fool sgold that will hold me
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The time to find, we gotta find
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The time to find, the state of mind
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It's inside of me
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And all the lies that you sold us, will nver hold us
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Now we're just fed up
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And all the fences built around us, will never hold up
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Now we're just fed up
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When we met you we where hungry,
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yeah we where starving, now we're just fed up
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We where hungry
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NOW WE'RE JUST FED UP
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You're A Bullshit Salesman With A Mouthful Of Samples
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| Death By Stereo |
