 Twelve rounds lyrics ( Face down )   
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 Rate Twelve Rounds
Artist : Face down
Song : Twelve rounds
Here they go again, being untrue to
themselves
It's nothing new, it's all been
done before
They are not a dying breed
More
like growing seed
With roots choking honesty
and truth
They are twisting your
words
And they are making up lies
When
confronted they are in denial
No one is given
the chance
To explain the actual
facts
Because the book's already judged by its
cover
Hate, rage, fear
Not prepared
to
Hate, rage, fear
You think I don't
hear you, talk behind my back?
You think I
don't see oyu, and your hypocritical act
Did
you ever think about the rest
Here's twelve
rounds in the chest
Hate, rage,
fear
Not prepared to
Hate, rage,
fear
Not prepared to be
Pre-judged by
thee
But determined to stand
Rise
above
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