Back again, and there's nothing you can do
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I took some time and figured out your plot
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You said that you changed again, but you'll always be the same, just under a different name
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Hey!
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My roots, my rules, my cuts and bruises show it all, but I don't see nothing on you
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I know what to do, you better figure it out too
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Who knew? Who knew? Who knew?
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It's time
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Everything hurt's just the same
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They say there's no room for change, but all these promises are still made
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I'll hold my breath till my head explodes
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They'll just cram it down your throat
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Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar
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No!
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I'll spill my guts on your fucking clothes
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Buy a gun, shoot someone, grow up in America
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Land of the free? Well I'm tellin' ya...
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Who makes the laws? Abides by the call? And everything else...
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I'll never figure it out
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Wake me up when the revolution's started
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Don't drop the bomb, we've gotta stop this
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Wake me up when the darkest cloud is daunted
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Make way for change, make way
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Keep kicking, vicious, you're wearing mother fucking cleats
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When the time comes, I'll be standing tall and you'll be looking up at me
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You take it all for yourself
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Yeah, that's fine, just go ahead
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It goes straight to your head, it goes straight to your head
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Your selfishness, malice, prejudice
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All in all, and the rest of the time is spent in distress
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Keep fucking taking it and taking it, until it's boiled over the edge
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And you're half over the fence, looking back
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Hey!
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They'll just cram it down your throat
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Rip your heart out of your chest just to make another dollar
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No!
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I'll hold my breath till my head explodes
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Hey!
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They'll just cram it down your throat
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Rip your eyes out of your head and tell you what you're seeing is fashionable
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I'll hold my breath till my head explodes
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Spill Your Guts
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The Flatliners |