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Papa Roach - Born With Nothing, Die With Everything Papa Roach - Born With Nothing, Die With Everything | | Fed up and tired, sick and twisted
One man army, I'm enlisted
Trust yourself, trust no one else
Fuck a hero, be yourself
And I don't need your lousy hand-out
Clinched fists I'll fight my way out
Fighting my way out, find my way out
People wake up and sing along
I trust no one, my trust is gone
Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything
Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything
Yeah
In a daze these days go by
Faster and faster I speed through life
Now I've got to take control of my mental and my physical
Never sheltered from life's hard storms
I was cold but now I am warm, but inside I'm warm
(Now I am warm)
People wake up and sing along
I trust no one, my trust is gone
Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything
Born with nothing (born with nothing), die with everything
Yeah
Searching and finding the truth inside myself
Searching and finding the truth inside myself
Inside myself
Searching, finding, truth
Fed up and tired, sick and twisted
One man army, I'm enlisted
Trust yourself, trust no one else
Fuck a hero, be yourself
And I don't need your lousy hand-out
Clinched fists I'll fight my way out
Fighting my way out, find my way out
Born with nothing and die with everything
Born with nothing and die with everything
Born with nothing and die with everything
My soul was starving
I was born with nothing (born with nothing), I'll die with everything
Yeah
Born with nothing and die with everything
Born with nothing and die with everything
Born with nothing and die with everything
Born with nothing and die with everything |
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