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take what you feel inside of this room and break away
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i'll bring the feeling of this moment when i leave
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envision what life could be
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if we move beyond comfort and ability
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we'll rot in this tomb until we start to move
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no one is handing "change" our way
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facing each day with so much to say
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and in the absence of action
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even our screams are worth something
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what we want we must create what we risk will be regained
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what we'd assume we must forsake what's been destroyed...
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what have we done? what do i know?
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how far are you willing to go?
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never restricted by who i'm suppossed to be
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looking beyond all that i can see
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to make this a movement again instead of only a scene
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do you realize what that means?
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what we make of this energy is everything
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and in the absence of passion
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our screams are worth nothing
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what we want we must create
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what we risk will be regained
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what we'd assume we must forsake
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what's been destroyed can be replaced
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too many years spent "screaming for change"
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and i see now that what remains
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is the time that i give and the chances i take
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in the way that i live and the choices i make
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Unrestrained
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