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S.Y.L.
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i am the coming of a new age
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past your shit by far
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i was a puzzle in your sick life,
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but will never be a piece anymore.
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because i worked through your fucking bullshit
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and i worked through your fucking lies
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now i'm working on the edge
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with a thousand times the stress,
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so i can damn you down to size.
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i worked in your fucking warehouse
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i worked in your fucking dream
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i worked on the edge of the product community
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and found that nothing's what it seemed
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i fucking hate you....
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devy worked in the corner of the piss yard
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bored and plagued by pain,
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devy got a taste of the corporate community,
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and never went back again.
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i worked for you fucking bastards
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i worked for your fucking lies
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i went and pissed away too may fucking opportunities
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to try and make you fuckers feel right
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and i fucking hate you...
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i am the coming of a new age
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stained we still stand tall
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i am the coming of a new age
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and i will never fall
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i bear the questions of a new time
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seen but never heard
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i've seen the comings of a new time, get ready...
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coz here it comes.
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pushing your incompetance,
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and racial views aside
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and never now,
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until death again, is there anywhere to... hide
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it starts here my friends,
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my brothers and sisters,
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the courage to show what is brave, and not to be weakened
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to stand it through, by any length
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to look into the eyes,
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and have the strength of men who say "fuck you"
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i won't do what you tell me...
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i don't care who you are...
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i'll never stop believing...
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and i'll never be the one who takes the heat in the name
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of the remorse that isn't pushed into a hole
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waiting now, and packing down
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into the open spaces we must go and not be frightened
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as children we came,
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as children we go,
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so never look behind you, never look behind... "fuck you"
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it isn't a decision.
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it's a sign of greater things.
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and a loss will never matter...
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S.Y.L.
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| STRAPPING YOUNG LAD |
