Probably, This Song Can Be Sung By Rage

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Submitted: August 21, 2012

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One word can be herald of your wound 
So that you're mood gets waisted 
Opressive air goes right through your veins 
That way you're get agressive 
Special cases take control 
When you come to say it all 
Well, you're going so straight-line 
As you're throwing humble pie 

So come! There! Have some rage! 
'Cause it's too late to turn the page 
Burn! Down! This crazy town! 
I'm you're sage, let's have some fun! 

Everybody sing to you 
A hymn of stomping down you're sight 
But then you have a second breath 
Allowing you to get up-fired 
Special cases take control 
When you want to tell them all 
Now you're throwing humble pie 
Now you are a friend of mine 

Come! There! Have some rage! 
'Cause it's too late to turn the page 
Burn! Down! This stupid town! 
I'm you're sage, let's have some fun! 

...One word can be herald 
Of your wound so that your mood gets waisted 
Oppressive air goes right through your veins 
That way you're get agressive!


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