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You've got a lot of nerve and
I've got a lot of fingers to point
While you were busy building
knowledge I was already right
And even mine is not a chisel for a thickened skull
Chant your anthems to the deaf
And we can sit here and cry until there's nothing left
Or we can take our voices with our hands
We'll make like knives and make demands
We'll take our voices with our hands
We'll make like knives, we'll make demands
I'm burning bridges for the last time
I'm breaking habits for the first time
I saw my future today, it said I'm going away
And I still haven't sung the last line
On my way down
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I'm not ready to lay, not ready to fade
I'm not ready to die
And everyday of my life I can feel it
Getting harder to breathe
With every minute ticking by I'm getting ready to leave
I know a life like mine is not a reason to fret
But I've been busy building scras that
You will never forget
If only 33 years can save my life
I've had 24 more to make things right
So when I'm taken to the sky and you're still here
You can clear your mind and dry your tears
(chorus)
When I'm taken home and your still here
Just clear your mind and dry your tears
We'll take our voices with our hands
Make like knives, We'll make demands
(chorus)
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