Just pick one and make it all come through,
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infiltrated and fucked up for years.
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And now it suddenlt turns to you,
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In a second, in no time.
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Rise up, get up, stay up, fed up,
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With the brand new sensation,
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I'll bring back whats mine.
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No, sense for sanity,
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No, sense for clarity,
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No, sense for dignity.
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Just ask and it's coming straight to you,
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Overrated and blinded by fear,
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Inspiration turns to dust as you've had your share.
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Rise up, get up, stay up, fed up,
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With your illumination,
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I'll bring back whats mine.
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No, sense for sanity,
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No, sense for clarity,
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No, sense for dignity.
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And I'll say (now give me your best shot)
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Wait a lifetime to pull it off.
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And I'll say (is that all that you got?)
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Wake up in no time to blow it off...
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No use for frustration, if you can't get through.
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And you think your pride will do,
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To get to your spot
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Rise up, get up, stay up, fed up,
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With the brand new sensation.
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No, sense for sanity,
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No, sense for clarity,
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No, sense for dignity,
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No, sense for empathy,
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No, sense for sanity,
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Will stop you now.
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Now gimmie your best shot.
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Stalemate
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Soilwork |