| A nation, no ignition
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| No excuses, flip and learn
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| Shut the
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| This is the point of no return
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| It’s a mixed sight, try and sleep tight
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| Let your nightmare show you the way
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| You’re a victim, go convict them
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| You’re always selling that same, that same
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| Old bullshit, bite the bullet
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| Without a vote no voice to complain
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| Rolling over, is it over
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| 4 years till another campaign
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| They supply, we demand
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| To win our breads
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| Sustain the pain
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| Of way more bloodshed
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| There are no sidelines here
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| It’s just a battle now
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| Starve the mind in the classroom
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| To feed the same cash cow
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| Movements come and movements go
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| Until we lose control
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| It’s life or death, do they want more
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| It’s the art of war
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| Broken, rip me open
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| Consequences, no concerns
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| Revolution, no emotion
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| This is the point of no return
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| It’s a mixed sight, it’s a dark fight
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| Let the torment chase you away
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| No condition, just submission
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| They’re always laying a
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| In that same old coffin, way too often
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| Without a voice they keep us contained
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| Send him over, never over
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| Standing still and nothing to gain
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| They supply, we demand
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| To win our breads
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| Sustain the pain
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| Of way more bloodshed
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| There are no sidelines here
|
| It’s just a battle now
|
| Starve the mind in the classroom
|
| To feed the same cash cow
|
| Movements come and movements go
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| Until we lose control
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| It’s life or death, do they want more
|
| It’s the art of war
|
| There are no sidelines here
|
| It’s just a battle now
|
| Starve the mind in the classroom
|
| To feed the same cash cow
|
| Movements come and movements go
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| Until we lose control
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| It’s life or death, do they want more
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| It’s the art of war
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| Fuel the fire, ignite the flame
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| The art of war
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| Fuel the fire, ignite the flame
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| The art of war
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| It’s the art of war
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| It’s the art of war
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| It’s the art of war
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| It’s the art of war |