I can't work
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There's too many wars over seas
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There's too much creative juice in me to focus in on that
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So I'll pace around, I'll chat with your answering machine
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As my thoughts drift into the unclean
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I have to take a bath
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You know, I know, they don't know anything about you and me and all our kind
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Reasonless, meaningless superiority
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Slaughtered symphonies in our mind
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This college cattle call
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Ships off a hundred herds of young and wealthy work-horse mules
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The teachers labeled all the dreamers fools
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"You're not their fucking tool!"
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You and me can set them free together
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With one hand on each others,
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And the other on our weaponry,
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Yeah
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You and me can set them free together
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All I need is your love
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And a revolution.
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And you,
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They fit inside of a box
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They tie it with their proficient knots,
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To keep you in the dark
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They're scared of your eyes 'cause they radiate blue
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Never ever stop dreamin¡¯ the way you do
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The future holds a fuck you for them all
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One day someday,
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I'll make it out of this
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High school hell hole
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Fly away
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Don't waste time being mad at everything,
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Freedom's only a breath away
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Caps will fly up
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Signal the rifleman
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Drop your gown and jet right out
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The skies engulfed in our triumphant shouts
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Yeah shout it, shout it out
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You and me can set them free together
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With one hand on each others and the other on our weaponry yeah
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You and me can set them free together
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All I need is your love
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Let's make love on top of broken blackboards
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I'll slide the colored chalk around your every curve
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Our bodies warm and doused in perspiration
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I'll dry your tears
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With torn up college applications
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Torn up college applications
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You and me can set them free together
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With one hand on each others and the other on our weaponry
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You and me can set them free together
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All I need is your love
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And a revolution
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Signal The Riflemen
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| Say Anything |
