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Born into nixon I was raised in hell
A child the dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I never it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
by the of 1969...
My is no one
The lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I on my faith
I've my and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what you see
From heroes and cons
A child the dwelled
The last one born, and the first one to run
My town was blind from refinery sun
My is zero
I never made it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I was lost but never was found
I I am what's left of my mind
To the 20th deadline...
I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Videogames to the tower's fall
security kill us all
My is zero
I never it as a working class hero
21st century breakdown
I once was lost but never was found
I think I am losing what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline...
We are the class of, the class of 13
Born in the era of humility
We are the in the decline
by the of 1969...
My is no one
The lost son
Born on the 4th of July
Raised in an era of and cons
That me for dead or alive
I am a nation
A of pride
My debt to the status quo
The scars on my hands
And the means to an end
Is all I have to show
...
I swalloed my pride
And I on my faith
I've my and my soul
I've broken my fingers
And lied my teeth
The pillar of damage control
I've been to the edge
And I've the bouquet
Of flowers left over the grave
I sat in the waiting room
Wasting my time
And for Judgement Day...
I liberty
The "Freedom to Obey"
Is the song that strangles me
Well, don't cross the line
(Oh) dream, dream
I can't even sleep
the light's early dawn
(Oh) scream, America scream
what you see
From heroes and cons
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