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It's not what I took from you,
it's not what I sold,
we are born like this...

The time has come to change this,
to stretch the thought a mile,
we've lost that kind of spirit,
we want it back today,
the time is right to change this,
to make the life we know,
they took what we were given,
we'll get it back again...

Somewhere, someone's gun,
someone's gun is laughing,

it's not what I gave you it's not what I sold,
we are born like this,
it's not what I took from you,
it's not what I stole,
we are born like this...

You try your best to mock me,
you're always in my way,
you've lost what you've been given,
you'll get it back today,
the time is right to change this,
to make the life we know,
they took what you've been given,
you'll get it back again...

Somewhere, someone's gun,
someone's gun is laughing,

it's not what I gave you it's not what I sold,
we are born like this,
it's not what I took from you,
it's not what I stole,
we are born like this...

Somewhere, you're floating high,
you're not living we are,
somewhere, someones gun,
someones gun is laughing...

it's not what I gave you it's not what I sold,
we are born like this,
it's not what I took from you,
it's not what I stole,
we are born like this...