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How does it feel to be on the top of the world? |
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It's not like your stage is any higher, any louder. |
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You're still only 10 feet above flat ground. |
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Hell, I don't want to, but I'll give it to you. |
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Every face down there wants you. |
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Although, they'll turn at the drop of a dime. |
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Like wild dogs we're all waiting in line, |
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For you to **** up hard enough, so we can push you aside. |
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We've learned there's more to music than sound. |
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And if you're listening, I hope you know we built this up from the ground. |
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Every remark with heart. |
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We're not saints, but at least we're not fake. |
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And if you're listening, then put your hands up in the air and sing: |
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We're not afraid to finally speak our minds. |
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We're not afraid and we're no longer blind. |
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We're not afraid to leave your bullshit scene behind. |
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We're not afraid, we're not afraid this time, oh! |
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Train wrecks develop so slowly, |
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And in due time this life will fill your heart with hate. |
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In due time, life will reject your advances. |
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We'll attempt to put the world on its axis, oh! |
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We don't know who you are right now. |
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Hey now, this ain't about you, |
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But everything relies on first impressions. |
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So when the most we know was just your shitty town and your shitty friends. |
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To simplify it, you're so irrelevant. |
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I'll say you're not worth shit, although the world's a market for it. |
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I just hope they see the problem with this. |
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I'll bite my tongue, this system is corrupt. |
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So we'll just shake it off, and continue being underdogs. |
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You're all so god damn easily impressed. x3 |
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We don't know who you are right now. |
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Hey now, this ain't about you, |
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But everything relies on first impressions. |
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So when the most we know was just your bad tattoos, trends, |
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And underdeveloped pen stains you scribble to shit friends. |
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I'll say you're not worth shit, although the world's a market for it. |
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I hope that they see the problem. |
