All I want is for the world to stop
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All I want is for the greed to disappear
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Pick up the pace back up
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Take your philosophy
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And shove it away
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Your throat reeks of hipocracy
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I've only one shot to get through to you
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Too much to ask
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Pick up your pace
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Stand up, state your theology
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And hide truth away
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A long way from democracy
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I've only one shot to get through to you
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Death.
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It's not yours it's not mine
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It's just ours and it's sublime
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Pain.
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Too much war
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And not enough blood
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Pick up your pace
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Stand up, take your colledge degree
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And cue for your pay
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'Cause you reek of the problem see
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They've only one job to give all of you
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Too much too ask
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Pick up your pace
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Stand up, break everything you see
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Take comfort in pain
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It's all that you have left you see
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I've only one gun
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They can't shoot all of you
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I've been backed into a corner
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Making me feel like you never really need me
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If you want me to be nothing
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All that I ask is you stop being something
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I've been backed into a corner
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Making me feel like you never really need me
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If you want me to be something
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All that I ask is you stop being nothing
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Back me in
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I did not choose what is making me sick but I still fall
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I did not choose what I got (No!)
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Back me in
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Five-Six
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