My voice never made it in time
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And they hung me out to dry
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My words never bother to rhyme
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And I always wonder why
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So now I've taken to chewing bottles
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To see if I still bleed
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The king has to beg for his meals
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The times just get me down
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But I'm just a spoke in the wheel
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I'll always be around
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And now our plans are just like trash in the breeze
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They never stay afloat for long
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But I'll take my chances
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And shake the hands of those who think that they're still free
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That they're still free
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That they're still free
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That they're still free
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Come on
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Grab your torches
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It's time to burn this town
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Like men on porches
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No one will make a sound
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So find the pieces
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And build another one
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We always need it
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Because it's never done
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It's all great
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I can't breathe anymore
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Still awake
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When my face hits the floor
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Spent the day
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Watching waves eat the shore
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I can't stay
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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No one sings anymore
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Chewing Bottles
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Radical Face |