| I’m gonna get you back in the races
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| Let’s wipe the blood of our faces
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| And change the mess that we’re in
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| The people we’ve been
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| Or the end of everything will happen over again
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| The sword or the pen?
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| It’s these tricky little concepts that are hard to comprehend
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| When I’m confused and I am late
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| And I don’t whom I hate
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| While I’m screwing up my lines at the republican debate
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| And I am… so afraid what they will say
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| About the way I rearranged
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| All the words we used to scream about changes
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| I wouldn’t want to do it alone
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| I always get afraid when my name is called
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| So I’m gonna get you back in the races
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| Let’s wipe the blood of our faces
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| And change the mess that we’re in
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| Or it’s gonna happen over again
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| And again and again and again
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| Until we simply reach a dead end
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| So I’d like to keep you in and I would love to see you loved
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| But the nicotine chewing gum effect is wearing off
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| And I’m like; |
| oh no, excuses coming, oh no, I’m not ready
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| Oh no, my lungs are full and still I dream of screaming of changes
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| I wouldn’t want to do it alone
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| I always get afraid when my name is called
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| So I’m gonna get you back in the races
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| Let’s wipe the blood of our faces
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| And change the mess that we’re in
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| And if the smallest things
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| Can make the people sing
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| We’re gonna take measure
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| And dig up the treasure
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| We’re gonna get better
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| We’re gonna write letters
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| While dreaming of changes
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| I wouldn’t want to do it alone
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| I always get afraid when my name is called
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| So I’m gonna get you back in the races
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| Let’s wipe the blood of our faces
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| And change the mess that we’re in |