We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand
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Well, paint me in the corner and watch me grow claws
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Where survival's at stake, watch morals come undone
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Well jump, jump through your hoops, jump in the fire again,
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well I've been through so much, still feel I'm nowhere
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Escalation, hostility is foaming over as we reach the boiling point,
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peak breached, when a coup d'etat is unleashed
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Your minimums, your maximums
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No fickle, dickle, dickle, daddily dums
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No trash talk, shake hands and walk away
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We're doing all we can with hands behind our backs, still freedom is all that I demand
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A crook I am not, excuse me relax
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Just give me breathing room, so I can leave my stamp
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Well, who's driving this bus, well I want off now, cause you are the crook running this scam
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We're doing all we canwith hands behind our backs
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Still freedom is all that I demand
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It's one common thought
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It's one common need
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It's one in a million but it's one common greed
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You've opened your eyes, don't know what you've seen
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It's one in a million, but they're fighting over greed.
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Freedom?
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