Raised

I’d rather be hated for who I am
Then loved for who I am
It’s no surprise, we can’t decide
From side to side, from side to side…

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Every passion is a passing phase
But the hell we’ve raised
The hell we’ve raised

Let them throw my flag to the flames:
It’s just the way we’re raised
To hate me for who I am
Than love me for who I am…

We wait for the static to come
It’s no wonder we want to die young
Grab a brick if you think it can change
Grab her hips if you think they can save

[Chorus]

We wait for the static to come
It’s no wonder we want to die young
Grab a brick if you think it can change
Grab her hips if you think they can save
Sing the words they’ll read on the grave

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