| Imagine if we had a choice
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| Yeah I bet we’d add fuel to the fire
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| And yeah imagine if we had a voice
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| What would we say that’d just deny us?
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| Gone are the days of virtue and honor
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| Rights that we fought for, burn down the wall
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| Let it never be said that
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| We truly learned from darker days
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| Pressure, it keeps falling
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| On my shoulders, from high and low
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| Ain’t no justice, in these moments
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| But we’ll find comfort
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| When kingdom comes
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| They are bleeding you
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| Of every right we’ve ever earned
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| Until we have nowhere to turn
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| They add fuel to the fire
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| Upon other days of virtue and honor
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| Rights that we fought for, burn down the wall
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| Let it never be said that
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| We truly learned from darker days
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| Pressure, it keeps falling
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| On my shoulders, from high and low
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| Ain’t no justice, in these moments
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| But we’ll find comfort
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| When kingdom comes
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| They are bleeding you
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| Bleeding you
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| They are bleeding you
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| They are bleeding you
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| Bleeding you, bleeding you
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| They’ll all take pleasure
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| If we go searching
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| For hand honed justice
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| That’s what they want
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| So keep on fighting
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| Keep on striving
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| We’ll all find comfort
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| When kingdom comes
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| Pressure, it keeps falling
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| On my shoulders, from high and low
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| Ain’t no justice, in these moments
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| But we’ll find comfort
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| When kingdom comes
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| Pressure, it keeps falling
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| On my shoulders, from high and low
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| Ain’t no justice, in these moments
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| But we’ll find comfort
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| When kingdom comes
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| (They are, they are bleeding you) |