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114 lines
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This is the breakedown.
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ha!
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try to follow.
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inside I'm crying, dying to ask why
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We're working for nothng from 9 to 5
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I can feel the exhaustion wearing on me
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can't face the fact that -
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I am not free
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freedom is a lie we learned to believe
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like a book with no pages we pretend to read
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you envy me - let me tell you where I came from
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I ran like hell through my imaganation
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just to get away from what i did not understand
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like how a boy becomes a coward and calls himself a men
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and everyone around him pats him on the back
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happily obvious ignoring all the facts
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knick knack paddi whack give a dog a bone
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sit, stay, roll over, run away from home
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this is what we teach to the demons we create
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avoid your inner conscience,
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and hide from your mistakes
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then lie awake hunted by your messed up thoughts
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contemplating actions afraid of getting caught
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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for the problems that haven't happened yet
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paranoia is crawling into our head because
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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I wonder why we're still falling for the same old tricks
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it seems like we're all broken and need to be fixed
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were like robots aboarding the economy that failing anyway
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and won't let us be who we wanna be
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its sickening a world on the go
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I need a triple tall hot latte and a blueberry scone
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and for lunch, I'll take number 5
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with a large diet coke
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and an extra side of fries
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and you can feed me lies
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I'll eat them up to
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at night I pray to god and ask him what to do
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this is how wer'e wating on the edge
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for the problems that haven't happened yet
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paranoia is crawling into our head because
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this is how we're waiting on te edge
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and millions of children, dying of hunger
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we cant see the lightning, cant hear the thunder
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we are going under
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if things don't change soon
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the world will be dead by tomorrow at noon
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raped of her glory
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raped of her life
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raped like the husbands rape their wives
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and the wives have also lost their minds
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drowning their kids
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and feeding them lies..
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all in favor of a new world say I
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all in favor say I
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all in favor of a new world say I
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all in favor say I, aye
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I don't wanna sit and wait for shit to hit the fan
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but you can, if you want
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with the family you brought
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to the land of all promises
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where all you ever wanted was a chance to take a stand
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against the world that took your confidence
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because you have been on it since
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the day you turned ten
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and your dad said you have to earn your money to spend
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thats what you did - you became part of the system
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working to earn a respect of old rich men.
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shining their shoes, and pressing their pants
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playing their games and dancing their dance
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basically home to get a chance -
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a chance to get notice, to maybe advance
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but, let me let you in on a little secret -
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you can package your pride, and tell theme to keep it
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because you dont need them. they need you caus' you feed them
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you do the work while they sit tall cause you are lucky you have a job at all
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right?
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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for the problems that haven't happened yet
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paranoia is crawling into our head because
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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so one more time everybody, alright.
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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for the problems that haven't happened yet
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paranoia is crawling into our head because
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this is how we're waiting on the edge
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here we go
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all in favor of a new world say I
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all in favor say I
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all in favor of a new world say I
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all in favor say I, aye
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(mani "I" and "say I" in backgrond.)
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Name New World
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Artist Dani Shay
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Album Rise From The Dead
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