| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to…
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| This scene is too far gone
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| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to say
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| I’ve got something to…
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| This scene is too far gone to expect a message of peace to reach the top of
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| charts
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| We are a giant divided by fear-forged knives in the fires of our pride
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| We can’t grow until we dethrone all the emptiness
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| Gentlemen!
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| Gentlemen!
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| Your brawn will not be measured by the stiffness of your cap
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| Gentlemen!
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| Gentlemen!
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| The statements on your knuckles don’t make you the man
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| You say «I'm sick, I’m so sick»
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| But then bandage with a soiled tune and revel in the stench
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| «I'm sick, I’m so sick»
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| You bandage with a soiled tune and leave us singing…
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| I’ll seek the end, I’ll seek it 'til the end
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| Not of life, but the ignorance poisoning our limbs
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| I’ll seek the end, I’ll seek it 'til the end
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| Not of life, but the ignorance poisoning our limbs
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| Now ladies, are you listening?
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| How many artificial layers do you need to feel secure
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| Ladies!
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| Ladies!
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| How many opposing choices will you make against your worth all for attention?
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| Cause it cuts you deep
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| You are no more the face you paint than the muscles beneath skin
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| You are no more the muscles than the bones beneath them
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| May I ask you one last thing before the beginning?
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| Will you ever be an audience that sees all the sick and empty lies you’ve been
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| feeding?
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| I’ve got something to say
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| You got something to say?
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| Then spit it out right now in front of all the fakes
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| Drop out of the masquerade and wear you own name
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| Wear your own name
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| I’ll seek the end, seek it 'til the end
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| I’ll seek the end, seek it 'til the end
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| I’ll seek the end, seek it 'til the end
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| I’ll seek the end, I’ll seek it 'til the end |