I was born and raised
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With a dozen other countries
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You were better raised
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By the morals of your tensions
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You're living just to please
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Dying to offend
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But, however, much the time
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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I remember when
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We were just little children
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Started make it up
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Little sparrows of a soul then
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Keep your enemies closer than your friends
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But, however, much the time
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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What's it doing to me?
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Don't you understand?
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Separated from the pack you ain't never going back
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Now we all grew up
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Some a little more than others
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Have your father's sons
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Have the daughters of your mothers
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You think you're so special
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If only to pretend
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But, however, much the time
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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But, however, much the time
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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What's it doing to me?
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Don't you understand?
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Separated from the pack you ain't never going back
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You ain't never going
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What's it doing to me?
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Don't you understand?
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Separated from the pack you ain't never going back
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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But, however, much the time
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We're our brothers and sisters in the end
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Brothers and Sisters
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| Band Of Skulls |
