i've got to get off my back
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and put my words into action.
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i have laid motionless for much too long now.
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the dream is not dead.
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it's just laid dormant in my head.
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eating away at the back of my mind.
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feeding on my inhibitions.
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i wanna sever the bonds that have tied me down,
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and tied my tongue.
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wage war with the lesser self.
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be a better man.
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let's celebrate the blood that courses.
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feeding life to every cell.
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giving thanks for the air that fills these lungs.
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giving us voice, and giving us song.
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"where are all the good men dead?
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in the heart, or in the head?"
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27 Guys Named Steve
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| Small Towns Burn A Little Slower |
