If you could see the things that my eyes have seen
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You'd get a better understanding of the things that motivate me
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I've been to many places, I've seen so many scenes
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I've met so many faces, it all seems like a dream
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Wherever there is good, the bad always follows
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Those that live for today, and those that live for tomorrow
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The good times, the bad times, we've had our share
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You name the situation, and we've already been there
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Chorus:
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The good, the bad, and the ugly
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The tales, the actions and regrets
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The happiness, the pain and the anger
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And the faces I won't forget
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The good, the bad, and the ugly
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And the tangled webs we weave
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The fake, the true, the damned and the few
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Who have made us believe
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If you could only hear the things that I have heard
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From words of wisdom, to the strange and the absurd
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Tales of paranoia and a world of conspiracies
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Sick minds driven by greed and jealousy
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Worse part about it is when they voice themselves supreme
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Yet they're prostitutes of the media, a TV networks' dream
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I stand apart from this crowd, for I know my identity well
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I'm just a voice with ideals, there's nothing I'm trying to sell
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(Repeat Chorus)
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I remember the days when it all began
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Young and defiant, I made my stand
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My heart was on fire, my fists were stone
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All around the cities my presence was known
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My ideals and discipline kept me in line
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The words of my heroes sent chills down my spine
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Over a decade has passed and yet they still fear
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I haven't disappeared, I am still here
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...I'm still here!
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Times have seemed to change
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Yet so many things remain the same
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There is so many things that I have learned
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So many pages that I have turned
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Faces are always changing, trying to play the part
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Yet the only movement I feel
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Is the one inside my heart
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The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly
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Bound For Glory |