Guess we're all running out of time
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So live your own life and let me live mine
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To each their own to question why
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We're all just links that forge the chain of life
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But who am I to interfere
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Think for yourself and keep your conscience really clear
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Learn from each other so they say
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But no-one listens to them anyway
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Inactive factions stir in time
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Procrastination at the scene of the crime
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There's no return, no guarantee
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Accept the terms and let your fate be free be free
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You gotta let yourself see
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And let your feelings go free
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Accept your own ability
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Don't want to end up like me
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A dynasty of doubt and hate
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Religion, politics, self-mutilate
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The privilege of being here
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All born from nothing 'til we disappear
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There's no return, no guarantee
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Accept the terms and let your fate be free, you're free
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Naivete In Black
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| Black Sabbath |
