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My mouth is full of your inspiration Cut me, size me down for your regulation Nothing stands so close to driving Nothing gets intense (stand down)or biting (stand down) Nothing stands in the way (stand down) It's all right, your walls are still white Location is everything, or so it seems Stand down Writing down all your "wrongs" and "rights" In a book you call your own Silence kills the revolution All that remains stagnant dies Submission is your resolve They've given you all the calls Sucker punched again Blind |