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We're walking contradictions |
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And toothless we try to bite |
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We live up to our standards |
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Though we know they ain't right |
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We always stand up to fight |
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When nothing's left to win |
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We draw the shades when we're bothered |
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Ignorance is our twin |
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We've got our fancy but empty preconceived life |
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Still somehow we wonder why we're seldom satisfied |
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Only the fools will applaud this strange self-deception |
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Only the fools will believe in resurrection of ideals in purest form |
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We're the first who have claimed their piece |
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And then the first who beg for release |
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Why do we sanction their means with a nod |
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Boasting the absolute freedom of thought |
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We are fools |
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We hide with pride behind tolerant words |
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Neglecting the fact that we've been lured |
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We are fools |
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We are fools |
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Only the fools will applaud this strange self-deception |
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Only the fools will believe in resurrection of ideals in purest form |
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We're the first who have claimed their piece |
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And then the first who beg for release |
