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We're caught in a cross roads |
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me and my friends |
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just trying to figure out |
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now what, to do with ourselves |
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working my day job |
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I feel I'm selling out |
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steppin up to take my role as a |
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consumer and nothing else. |
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I can see the window closing |
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on all of my dreams |
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should I stand and watch them all fade out |
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except normality? |
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I... |
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I don't care about getting by |
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No... |
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No I don't care about getting |
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Wasting I can't be found again |
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Wasting I know I'll see you someday |
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Wasting I know be found again |
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Wasting I know I'll see you someday.. |
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Now sit there and judge me |
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for the things that I say |
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but you don't understand pain |
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and I pity you anyway |
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but for those of you who hear me |
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we are strong |
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so come and follow me |
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Some where else |
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Wasting I can't be found again |
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Wasting I know I'll see you someday |
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Wasting I know be found again |
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Wasting I know |
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Some where else |
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I do not care about getting by... |
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I do not care about getting by... |
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Break me down... |
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Bring me down... |
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Will you save us? |
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Will you save us? |
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Break! |
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I |
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I do not care, I do not care... |
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About getting by |
