My mouth is full of your inspiration
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Cut me, size me down for your regulation
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Nothing stands so close to driving
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Nothing gets tense or biting
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Nothing stands in the way
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It's all right
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Your walls are still white
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Location is everything, or so it seems
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Writing down all your "wrongs" or "rights"
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In a book you call your own
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Stand down
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Silence kills the revolution
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All that remains stagnant
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Dies submission is your resolve
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They've given you all the calls
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Sucker punched again
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Blind... blind... blind
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Pure
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| Boy Sets Fire |
