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Intro
00:45
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No Other Way
02:46
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I'm caught in a cycle, it's weighing me down.
This tension is forcing me to sink and drown.
Sick of feeling worse and worse every other day.
It's too bad now, I don't know any other way.
I gotta' do what I gotta' do.
Trapped in my work, there's nowhere to run.
I gotta' do what I gotta' do.
Trapped in my work, my only pride is in what I've done.
You've never had to work a day in your life.
Once you jump in the mix, you'll understand my strife.
I'm asking you to look at yourself and tell me what you see and then maybe you'll realize the truth, you've never lived like me.
Once you jump in the mix, you'll understand my strife.
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PCJ
01:39
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Is this the truth or is it uncertain?
You've wasted your life hiding in a curtain.
You fell in the gutter, the way you live is a mess.
Not willing to change, but that's how you are, I guess.
I tried to help, but you said I was wrong.
I gave you my best, but that's how you are, I guess.
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Fire Fight
01:34
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Another day in this hell.
I'm dragged down through the flames.
I have no one to blame, except myself.
I'm feeling the heat.
It's coming over me.
I have nowhere to turn.
My only choice is to burn.
When I see myself, I am all alone.
It's in these flames, that I call my home.
How can a world so cold, burn so hot?
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IBS
02:46
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This ground I walk on is hard as steel.
I tread this path that never ends.
The Earth tries to pull me down against dirt and stone.
But I won't be apart of it's meal.
This world is made up of rows of clones.
And they're all stuck in their broken homes.
Born into a life with a so-called destiny
That is unchangeable for all eternity.
The birds fly free, so why can't we?
I'm sick of being told who to be.
The birds fly free, so why can't we?
I'm looking for a chance for me to be me.
Do this and do that, I'm done being told how to act.
Do this and do that.
I won't be one to die in line.
Do this and do that.
I'm done being told how to act.
The birds fly free, so why can't we?
I'm sick of being told who to be.
The birds fly free, so why can't we?
I'm looking for a chance for me to be me.
Die, in line.
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