We're more than just the sum of our parts.
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Hands off our bodies, hands off our hearts.
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And who the fuck are they to tell us where we
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can and can't find divinity?
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We looked around and found their god
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nowhere in the vicinity.
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Because I see too much hunger and too much
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greed. What we want getting in the way of
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what we need. Too much neglect and too much
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blight. You point your finger, instead of trying
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to live your life right.
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We've been condemned. We've been gagged
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and bound. The hand that feeds becomes the
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hand that keeps us down.
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The rain won't wash away your sins. You're
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gonna fall.
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Gravity wins.
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Gravity Wins
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| Paint It Black |
