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Once you listen to the tone in a violent rhythm
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And all the words sound steady
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So nobody forget 'em
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Say yeah
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Like fist flying up in the air
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Like we're holding on to something that's invisible there
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'cause we're living at the mercy of a painted riviere?
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Until we get it / forget it / let it all disappear
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Waiting for the end to come
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Wishing I had strength to stand
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This is not what I had planned
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It's out of my control
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Flying at the speed of light
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Thoughts were spinning in my head
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So many things were left unsaid
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It's hard to let you go
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I know what it takes to move on
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I know how it feels to lie
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All I want to do is trade this life for something new
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Holding on to what I haven't got
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Sitting in an empty room
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Trying to forget the past
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This was never meant to last
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I wish it wasn't so
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I know what it takes to move on
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I know how it feels to lie
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All I want to do is trade this life for something new
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Holding on to what I haven't got
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What was that when I thought it was done
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I thought it felt right but the right was wrong
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All caught up in the eye of the storm
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Trying to figure out what it's like moving on
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And I don't even know what kind of things I said
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My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
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So I'm picking up the pieces / where to begin
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That hardest part of that is starting again
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All I want to do is trade this life for something new
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Holding on what I haven't got
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I'm holding on to what I haven't got
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wrectches and kings
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To save face, how low can you go?
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Talk a lotta game, but yet you don't know.
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Static on the wind, makes us all say whoa!
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The people up top push the people down low.
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Get down, and obey every word.
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Steady, get in line if you haven't yet heard.
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Wanna take what I got, don't be absurd.
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Don't fight the power, nobody gets hurt.
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If you haven't heard yet, then I'm lettin' you know
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There ain't ** we don't run when the guns unload
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And no one make a move, unless my people say so
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Got everything outta control, now everybody go
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Band:
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Chester:
Feel alone, final blow
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We, the animals, take control
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Hear us now, clear and sure
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Wretches and Kings, we come for you
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Mike:
So keep face, how slow can you go?
Talk a lotta **, and yet you don't know.
Fire on the wind, makes you all say whoa!
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The people up top and the people down low.
Get down, and I'm runnin' it like that.
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The front of the attack is exactly where I'm at.
Somewhere in between the kick and the hi-hat
The pen and the contract, the pitch and the contact
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So get with the combat, I'm lettin' them know
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There ain't ** you can say to make me back down, no.
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So push the button, let the whole thing blow.
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Spinning everything outta control, now everybody go.
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Band:
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
Chester:
Feel alone, final blow
We, the animals, take control
Hear us now, clear and sure
Wretches and Kings, we come for you
Still alone, fight our blow
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Filthy animals beat down low
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Steel and bone, black and blue
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No more the sunshine, We done for you
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Mike:
From the front to the back and to side to side
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If you feel what I feel, put'em up real high
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There's a time, when the operation of the machine becomes so odious.
Makes you so sick at heart, that you can't take part, you can't even passively take part.
And you've got to put your bodies upon the gears and upon the wheels, upon the levers,
upon all the apparatus. And you've got to make it stop!
And you've got to indicate to the people, run in to the people on it.
And unless you're free, the machine will be prevented from workïng at all!
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