I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
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I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
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We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
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We all have our anger, we all have our love
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This is the first set of words that I'll pick to these chords
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To identify me and the blood that runs through the veins in my arms
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Pumped from my heart
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That holds hope in one chamber and hate in the other
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We all have our vices, we all have our flaws
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We all have our anger we all have our love
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Father-less is how I prefer to be known
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At 6 years young I was left all on my own
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The son of a full time working mother
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And a molester for a father who lives in the prison for home
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We all have our vices, We all have our flaws
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We all have our anger, we all have our love
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I must again sing my dissent until you're aware
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I must again sing my dissent until you're aware.
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Because I can barely breathe with your weight on my chest
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And I'm so fucking sick of being ashamed of my own flesh
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We all have our vices, We all have our flaws
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We all have our anger, we all have our love
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We all
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