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Questioned, until I found what's mine
Only given so many options, promised to work out fine.
Brought up, taught what to say.
We'll all raised in tradition, waking up everyday.
There came a chance, that I took and ran.
Questioned my conscience, stopped going along.
There came a point where it all made sense.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong, wrong for the rest of my life.
Hatred, in everything you've got.
When it all came crashing down, realized you got caught.
There came a chance that I took and ran,
Questioned convention, stopped moving along.
There came a point where it all made sense.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong, wrong for the rest of my life.
Dead wrong, dead wrong.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong, wrong for the rest of my life.
I was told it would work, taught to accept.
I was told it would work, taught to hold my breath.
Own your future, your own misery's your own design.
Own your future, your own happiness is what you decide.
Own your future, own your future, own your future
Live dead wrong
Dead wrong, dead wrong.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong, wrong for the rest of my life.
Dead wrong, dead wrong.
If what you have is right then I'll die being wrong.
Dead wrong, dead wrong, wrong for the rest of my life