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Small sacrifices or otherwise few Unity for the sake of the many forms Oh they use imagination only few can go Touch of madness only few ever know Well you can go on your way Or you can stagger through hell You can lie on your back Or you can stand up tall In a state of confusion Got nothing to do I was connected respected Watching you make it through And all this rhetoric They tell me to sing along They said that you were dying But I know that they were wrong Second generation melting pot You're ripped apart but you're never done There she goes It's all right Nothing to do Waste your time And all this rhetoric They tell me to sing along They said that you were dying But I know that they were wrong Well you can go on your way Or you can stagger through hell Or you can lie on your back Or you can stand up tall State of confusion You got nothing to do Connected respected I'll watch you make it through And all this rhetoric They tell me to sing along They said that you were dying But I know that they were wrong