| Rising up against this wickedness
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| And unphased by your endless myths
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| Hands all around reach to slow him down
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| He’s all about this sound
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| We aren’t playing by your rules
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| We’ll never play the fool
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| So now you cannot take what’s inside of me
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| All about the sound from way out
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| He’s got the scars just to prove he’s «down»
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| No apologies to confuse his brain
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| This argument is sustained
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| We aren’t playing by your rules
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| We’ll never play the fool
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| So now you cannot take what’s inside of me
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| We aren’t playing by your rules
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| We’ll never play the fool
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| So now you cannot take what’s inside of me
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| He’s walking, non-stopping out of the shadows
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| Sounds of the new-he's got a look in his eye
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| (that says) There’s something more than you’re feeding him
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| He’s not afraid to say… no, no, no
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| You’re talking, non-stopping echoing voices
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| But nothing you said made a dent in my head
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| I’m hearing you fearing him 'cause he’s not afraid
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| He’s not about bowing down to what you say
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| You hate us 'cause we’ll never go away
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| And like some sort of fungus we’re growing every day
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| And our knuckles aren’t dragging so I guess that leaves to say
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| Our message isn’t stopping until you drag us all away
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| Hear the silent ignorant voices spew:
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| «You're all a pack of disoriented youth»
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| He lives to see the day those voices end
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| But until then I’ll send this…
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| Off to you, off to you
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| You hate us 'cause we’ll never go away
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| And like some sort of fungus we’re growing every day
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| And our knuckles aren’t dragging so I guess that leaves to say
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| Our message isn’t stopping until you drag us all away
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| You hate us 'cause we’ll never go away
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| And like some sort of fungus we’re growing every day
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| And our knuckles aren’t dragging so I guess that leaves to say
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| Our message isn’t stopping until you drag us all away |