we don't need any more mountains
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because the trail builders
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failed to give us passage there
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so we can't reach the sky
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we don't need any more failure
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there is human tragedy
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that's written everywhere
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and we are all too young to die
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like a mystery that's here to stay
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some people never go away
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cuz they've got something to say
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don't sell me short!
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you've been wrong too long
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don't brush me off
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just because I don't belong
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like it or not I'm all you've got,
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dispose when I'm shot
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just don't sell me short,
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I might not be who you thought
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we don't need any more fables
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because the writers have passed
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and left us lessonless
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and we must find our own way
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we don't need any more privilege
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there is vivid desperation
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that is powerless
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that no surplus can repay
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like the fix of rapture in a trance
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oh, fates are sealed by circumstance
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so you've got to take a chance
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don't sell me short!
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you've been wrong too long
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don't brush me off
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just because I don't belong
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pass me on by, ignore my cry,
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forget me when I die
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just don't sell me short,
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not while I'm still alive
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everybody's talking about heaven on earth,
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I'm still trying to figure out
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just what I'm worth
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I'm full of emotion
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and stuff you can't contain
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and you just want to
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flush me down the drain
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but you can't make me go away
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Don't Sell Me Short
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| Bad Religion |
