I don't recognize this place
    
  
  
There's a bad moon on the rise
    
  
Now who's bound to pay the price
    
Truth hurts we stick to lies
    
 
  
It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down
    
And no one's looking forward
    
Everybody wants the crown
    
It seems like we have a way of keeping ourselves down
    
We're spitting in the wind
    
And everything comes around
    
 
  
And there's no lesson learned
    
We keep on getting burned
    
  
We keep digging our own grave
    
  
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