| Break ground
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| Buckle down
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| It’s time
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| Yeah, it’s time for the party to make some sound
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| Let’s move from this underground
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| Shed some of this blacklight to surrounding towns
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| How much responsibility do you bear
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| For the ill uses others might make of your ideas?
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| Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear
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| If you failed to speak your mind
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| When it might have made some kind of a difference
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| So make a difference
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| Could you make 'em dance
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| Turn your bleeding hearts into some bleeding hands?
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| Line up
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| State your name, state your claims, claim your stakes
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| If you wanna fight with us, you’ve got to refuse to please the game
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| Look ahead now
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| Oh, let the countdown usher
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| The philanthropic minds to speak up now
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| And scrape the paint that hides the crimes
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| Of a silent kind
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| Look up
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| And make a difference
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| But the right difference would mean
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| The bleeding hearts would got to be turned into some
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| Bleeding hands from solid lands
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| Yeah, can you make 'em dance
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| And keep an upright stance?
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| Is the position that you hold
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| One that could parallel
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| A synergistically greater plan?
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| Or would it force us all to be packed into a can?
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| How much responsibility do you bear
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| For the ill uses that the others might make of your ideas?
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| Almost as much responsibility that you’d bear
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| If you failed to speak your mind
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| When it might have changed things
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| Let’s move from this undergound
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| Blare some of this blacklight
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| Through their socket pride
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| Where their eyes used to hide
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| When they had sight
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| Now only servin' as a path
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| For us to maybe reach that height
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| With a word
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| To make a difference
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| Come on, let’s make 'em dance
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| Turn their bleeding hearts
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| Into some bleeding hands over solid lands
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| Now, can you make 'em dance
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| And keep an upright stance?
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| Or has the premise of your cause
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| Been rooted in a slopin', quickly given golden sand?
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| 'Cause the collapse you’d cause would pull us down with claws that don’t let go
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| Yeah, the collapse you’d cause could pull us down with claws that don’t let go |