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Tonight, the world is ours! |
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We've got the world in the palm of our hands |
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Bustas fall down when we're barking commands |
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Atlas ain't got shit on our steez |
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Kick out the chair and get on your knees |
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We're not strangers, but we'll never be friends |
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Pray to your God when you're meeting your end |
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Hope is dead; revelations begin |
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We're not strangers, but we'll never be friends |
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Lift your head; look around, can't you see? |
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We were born into a world so bleak |
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We claim this night, still standing tall |
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Casting shadows, you indulge concrete |
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A call to arms; we'll bring the revolution |
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A call to arms; pillage Eden, annihilate man |
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Going to take every word |
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And shove it down your fucking throat |
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Break down the walls; rebuild society |
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Break down the fucking walls; rebuild society |
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We've got the world in the palm of our hands |
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Bustas fall down when we're barking commands |
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Hope is dead; revelations begin |
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We're not strangers, but we'll never be friends |
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Arise; the sun is near |
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Witness an uprising; see our strength |
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Arise |
