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Papa Roach - Born with nothing, die with everything
Fed-up
tired
sick and twisted
one-man army
i'm enlisted
trust yourself trust no one else
fuck a hero be yourself
i don't need your lousy hand-out
clinched fists i'll fight my way out
fighting my way out
find my way out
people wake up and sing along
i trust no one
my trust is gone
born with nothing
die with everything
in a daze
these days go by
faster and faster i speed through life
now i've got to take control
of my mental and my physical
never sheltered from life's hard storms
i was cold but now i am warm
inside i'm warm
searching and finding the truth inside myself
inside myself
my soul was starving
i was born with nothing
i'll die with everything
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