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[ti:Writings on the Wall] |
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[ar:Parkway Drive] |
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When you're born in the dirt the only way to grow is up |
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So we reach for the sun but it seems |
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Every rung that you climb is another crooked line |
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That you cross off the tally of your dreams |
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Don't step out of line kid, you learn it pretty fast |
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Every face has its place in the crowd |
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They'll give you all the answers, so you don't ask any questions |
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Then they'll march you with a smile into the ground |
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And we all go to heaven in a little row boat |
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So put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop |
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This stray dog world, this sick sad place |
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Got a belly full of maggots and disease |
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Every apple here is rotten, every blessing is a curse |
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Every word is a lie you best believe |
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We take one step forward, then two steps back |
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In a race to the bottom of the barrel |
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They teach us how to fear |
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They teach us how to hate |
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Then they arm us and they march us off to hell |
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And its left, left, left right left |
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So put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If crawling for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop |
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Because they came for our minds |
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We said nothing |
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They came for our hopes |
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We said nothing |
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They came for our souls |
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And still we said nothing |
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Now they're coming for our lives |
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So what's it gonna take |
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What's it gonna take |
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See how they run, see how they run |
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So put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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The writing's on the wall, this ain't ever gonna stop |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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If clawing for the scraps won't ever be enough |
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Put your hands up, put your hands up |
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We'll fight until we die, this ain't ever gonna stop |
