47 lines
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47 lines
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Simply because you can breathe
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Doesn't mean you're alive
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Or that you really live
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This life has taken its toll
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And she just doesn't know
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How much more she can give
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But here, at the top of the world
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Where I raise my hands and I clench my fists
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They stand before me below
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Demanding the answers with flips of a switch
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I don't understand where you got this idea
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So deeply engrained in your head
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(That this world) Is something that you must impress
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Because I couldn't care less
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A need for revolution's rising
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It comes to the surface, gasping for air
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We're not putting up with this planet
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One more day, much less one more year
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I don't understand where you got this idea
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So deeply engrained in your head
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(That this world) Is something that you must impress
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Because I couldn't care less
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So here and now, in our rotting nation
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The blood, it pours, it's all on our hands now
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We live in fear of our own potential
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To win, to lose, it's all on our hands now
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I have an American Dream
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But it involves black masks and gasoline
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One day I'll turn these thoughts into screams
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At a world that turned its back down on me
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I don't understand where you got this idea
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So deeply engrained in your head
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(That this world) Is something that you must impress
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'Cause I couldn't care less
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____________________________
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Name Black Masks & Gasoline
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Artist Rise Against
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Album Revolutions Per Minute
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