MAYDAY!!!!
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born in the flood
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bloody fingerpaint sets
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blackmarketed fresh
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water canons forget me not
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epitaph airbrush with death
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white t¡Çs
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wife beaters
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button up
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reattach flesh
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in between the lines
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outside of the law
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underneath the veil
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we dig our foundations
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we navigate the globe
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trying to find a pattern to break the mold
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with a family to feed
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theres nowhere we wont go
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but what if were caught
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they say Im a snitch
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shot at the check point
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found with his throat slit
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theres spray paint on the teleprompter
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anchorman screams that hes seen a monster
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mayday
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theres bloodstains on his shirt
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mayday
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they say that hes gone berserk
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sometimes
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when I wanna shut out this world
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wanna rip up this page
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wanna pour out this heart
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wanna get up on this stage
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and my lips become percussion
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and my fists become the rage
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and I pound on this table
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til it gives me something to say
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then I think about things that Ive seen
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right in front of me
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that I dont wanna believe
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gimme one of these mikes
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lemme letem know
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the way that it is is not how its gonna be
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not if we dont letem get ahead of us
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the present tensions no threat
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its just a fence across the path
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that were already ready to walk
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rock solid footsteps
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letem put up obstacles
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and prove that it isnt possible
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fuck that
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we dont giveem any weight
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true liberty and freedoms at stake
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peace will never become pass
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live my life until my last day
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it was half-past eight in the bat cave
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when the cracks in the plaster collapsed
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and gave way to gaps in the pavement
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mayday mayday
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put it on blast
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for the passengers and messengers
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cause this is a disaster
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where the fuck are the rescue workers
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not far
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off pissing on a cop car
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in the hall with a poptart
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sipping liquor in the rockbar
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everyone climb to the frontline
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lunchtimes cancelled
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all hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill
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onlookers passers-by shake off that rubble
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brush off your shoulders
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break free from your standstill
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signs of a better world
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causes we understand
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failures we expected to occur
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and bring redemption for our sins
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safety from the crowds
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in the shadows on the run
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we write our own cider house
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rules to keep alive
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rituals that prove their worth
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search for systems we can trust
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rhythms we can lock into
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this is madness salvage teams
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can¡Çt bandage
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hope when its damaged
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or broken compassion
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not enough rope in the van when
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world is collapsing
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our mode of action
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broadcast through the glass
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its all we can manage
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donate with the plastic
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scraps from the salad
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hoping to balance
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emotions invalidated
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and staged on 4:3 aspects
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just ballast for sadness
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lives shattered are standard
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fare for cameras and channels
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stare no abracabras
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no faster answers
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or mantras for disasters
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remastered and plastered
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got it all backwards
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do you know the faction your backing
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its another man down
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another mother gone
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child drowned
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another silenced song
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solitude
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another kind of strong
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I miss you
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another strung along
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missing in action
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another page is blackend burned
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turned to ashes to ashes
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dust off the flags and the caskets
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we will never find another you
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despite the life of love we knew
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these lightning times are trouble who
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cant count the strikes that punished through
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the bonds we thought would never break
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and never will and never fade and never change
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but there is the rage
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of losing you to their mistakes
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in between the lines
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signs of a the next movement
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refuge from the crowd
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outside of the law
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causes we understand
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hands that trace
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instructions for descendants in the
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shadows on the run
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underneath the veil
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failures we expected to
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occur and bring redemption for our sins
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in between the lines
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Mayday!!!
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Flobots |