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Give someone some piece of your mind.
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Shine it, shine what you¡¯ve been assigned.
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Has your identity sold out?
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Sit in the back and make no sound,
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this earth will swallow you down.
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Honest it makes you sick.
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You don¡¯t act on what you think¡¯s right.
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Honestly want to kick down,
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doors that keep you in.
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Let your hair down.
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Sometimes relax your stiff posture.
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Or so they say, all work no play make you dull.
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Chance to change the patterns we¡¯re born to.
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A fear of appearing too concerned,
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try to speak, but the words just get stuck.
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Honest it makes you sick.
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You don¡¯t act on what you think¡¯s right.
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Honestly want to kick down,
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doors that keep you in.
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Each time you get to raise your hand for changes you don¡¯t know your luck,
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so put yourself to use like,
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you were taught by, by your heroes.
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You speak your mind, that¡¯s something.
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You speak your mind, that¡¯s something.
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We don¡¯t get it too often.
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Too Official
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