Teksty: Pennywise. Land Of The Free?. It's Up To You.

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I see things happening, they fall before my eyes,
pretend I'm blind like I could never see the heartache that's not mine,
fills my head, can I just laugh away the sights that tear my soul
and make me sick, no, I could never be so cold to look away and maybe hide,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why I'd like to think there's no excuse?
Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, it's up to you

Wish I could be like you, indifferent to it all and life's a joke,
sarcastic, cynical like everything's OK but it just won't work,
in life you have to choose to stay at home and hide or stand up and fight,
if caring's my offense I proudly stand accused so how 'bout you,
is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why I'd like to think there's no excuse?

Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, it's up to you

Is it so wrong you wanna make a difference?
Why I'd like to think there's no excuse?

Is it a crime to want things better for yourself?
How you wanna live is up to you, it's up to you

It's up to you,
it's up to you,
it's up to you,
it's up to you,
it's up to you,
it's up to you