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We could never put this in context |
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We could never figure this one out |
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The air is getting colder by the minute |
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And every moment feels like a thousand years |
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March through the streets |
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A splendid parade of death and uncertainty |
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Kneel when we're asked to |
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Face down on the asphalt |
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March through glass and shattered bricks |
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Oh, how cautious we walk |
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Another awkward step |
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Another broken home |
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Oh, my god we're here to write history for a change |
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'cause this is who we are |
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Oh, my god now it's all how it's supposed to be |
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For you and me |
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(who we are) |
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As the alcohol takes hold we're still scared to our bones |
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So let your comforting words burn through the coldest of nights |
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Grace my cheek when I'm alone |
