Don't run us off the road,
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We'd just like ourselves a lane
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We've got nothing to lose,
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cause our race is not in vain
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So treat us like a dog
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because we eat from your floor
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We'll take care of ourselves
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Cause you're taking care of yours
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We raise a new flag as we dance on your street
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we may be your children, but we wont stay in our seat
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Where go we, it's unknown
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Where go we, it's unwritten
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Where go we, come what may
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But how much can it hurt to stop and think
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We're the pulse of the fire
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throwing gas back on the pyre
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watch those flames crach right back with their attitudes to inspire
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we're the slaves to the grind, in the belly of the beast
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gotta eat your way out now, if you, if you want to succeed
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we clear a new path so we can share this view
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we may be your children but we wont wear your costume
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Where go we, it's unknown
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Where go we, it's unwritten
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Where go we, come what may
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but how much can it hurt to stop and think
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Cause i don't mind a little dose of pain
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We raise a new flag so we can share this view
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Where go we, it' unknown
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Where go we, it's unwritten
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Where go we, come what may
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but how much can it hurt to stop and think
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it' unknown, where go we
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it' unwritten, where go we come what may
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but how much time does it need to take
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cause i don't mind a little does of pain
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and how much can it hurt to stop and think.
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Where Go We
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