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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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The water's running out, but the grass is green, |
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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I don't know what it is right now |
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I've got less faith than |
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I have doubt (But I want to believe!) |
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O, God give grace to the young and brutal |
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We're uninspired, not un-useful (I want to believe!) |
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There is a way |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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The water's running out, but the grass is green, |
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy |
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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God shed your grace on the brutal, the faithful, |
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The desperate, the wasteful |
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Where is the hope for the teenage loner? |
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We all dance til the music's over |
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Who do we believe? |
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Oh, save the bees! |
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Is it World |
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War III? I'll afford my car, but not gasoline |
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Who do we believe? |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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The water's running out, but the grass is green, |
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Stuck in the burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy |
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Stuck in the burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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God give us grace to be brutally faithful, |
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And make up for wasted time |
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God give us grace to be brutally faithful, |
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And make up for wasted... |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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The water's running out, but the grass is green, |
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these |
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy |
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Stuck in the burbs with the |
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Xanax teens and me |
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Where do I belong? |
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I'm right where |
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I belong I'm right where |
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I belong I'm right where |
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I belong |
