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What meant so much now doesn't mean a thing |
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It's been thrown around and fucking thrown away |
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I don't know what happened to change all this |
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But I hate it, I want to bring it back |
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It's not cool anymore now to show your pride |
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It's cool to sell out what you have inside |
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Where did all the feeling go? It died |
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What's left? What's there? |
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I want to feel alive |
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Stand tall, stand strong |
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Is there anybody that still cares? |
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Half the kids we looked up to |
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And those who sang their heart felt songs |
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They packed their bags and split |
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And they left the edge, and they didn't give a shit |
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Now, we're "the kids with broken hearts" |
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We're "The hardest kids with X's by our names" |
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Our numbers aren't as high, |
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But we wear the name without shame |
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What's left? Who's there? |
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I want to feel alive |
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Stand tall, stand strong |
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Is there anybody that still fucking cares? |
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I still fucking care |
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I'm tired of watching it go |
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We're an army dropping like flies |
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It doesn't seem like it's real anymore |
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When everybody runs, everybody dies |
