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Prologue (Remastered)
01:16
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I never could conform
To what they call the norm
They say I break the rules
In truth, they are the fools
Rule breaker (call me a)
Rule breaker (am I a)
I never could conform
To what they call the norm
They say I break the rules
In truth, they are the fools
Rule breaker (call me a)
Rule breaker (am I a)
Rule breaker
Rule breaker
Rule breaker
Rule breaker
Rule breaker (call me a)
Rule breaker (am I a)
Rule breaker (call me a)
Rule breaker (am I a)
Rule breaker (call me a)
Rule breaker (am I a)
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Believe (Remastered)
02:47
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Here’s a question to open your mind
This is one for all mankind
What do you truly believe
What do you truly believe
Is there a God; is religion a fraud
What is true and what is flawed
I can tell you straight from the heart
I’ve known the truth right from the start
Even though many may not agree
It’s the truth that makes to me
This is what I truly believe
This is what I truly believe
I’ll shout it out for all to hear
In God I trust; I have nothing to fear
I’ll shout it out for all to hear
In God I trust; I have nothing to fear
Even though many may not agree
It’s the truth that makes to me
This is what I truly believe
This is what I truly believe
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The violence, it grows each day
Watch our world fall in decay
The lesson’s hard, but it’s well learned
Our cry for justice goes unheard
The streets run red with blood
Consuming all like a flood
We watch them die
Right before our eyes
The violence, it grows each day
Watch our world fall in decay
The lesson’s hard, but it’s well learned
Our cry for justice goes unheard
The streets run red with blood
Consuming all like a flood
We watch them die
Right before our eyes
The streets run red with blood
Consuming all like a flood
We watch them die
Right before our eyes
The violence, it grows each day
Watch our world fall in decay
The lesson’s hard, but it’s well learned
Our cry for justice goes unheard
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Self-centered celebrities walking the streets
Paparazzi in tow trying to make ends meet
The price they pay for basking in fame
Using their hype to hide their shame
When power and pride are found in a dollar
But nothing is done for those living in squalor
Who’s to say the country’s in need
When those in control live only for greed
When those in control live only for greed
When those in control live only for greed
Camps were designed due to ethnic divisions
Races locked away due to someone’s decision
Even today, the story’s the same
Look around, aren’t we all to blame
Aren’t we all to blame
Stereotypical
You’re given a name by the judgment of others
Stereotypical
Aren’t we supposed to be sisters and brothers
Stereotypical
You’re given a name by the judgment of others
Stereotypical
Aren’t we supposed to be sisters and brothers
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A.I.M. (Remastered)
03:48
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She looks to the sky; what is on her mind
Reflections of what has already been
The choices she made that she dares not change
So the life she’ll bring will have a better chance
Will her child learn from her mistakes
Or continue the cycle of disgrace
The choice is in the child’s hands
The choice remains in the child’s hands
He looks to the stars and dreams away
Of a life he wishes he had today
He complains about work and his misery
And how he cannot change what seems to be
Will he learn from his mistakes
Or continue his cycle of disgrace
The choice has been in this man’s hands
The choice still remains in this man’s hands
A wise man said we choose our fate
Does the evidence completely agree
With the world today in its complacency
And the status quo that’s too blind to see
Will we learn from our mistakes
Or continue our cycle of disgrace
The choice is ours; it’s in our hands
The choice remains; it’s in our hands
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J. Whitman Los Angeles, California
Since 1999, J. Bradley Whitman has provided professional technical services for numerous film & stage productions.
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