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We are to be something here again |
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We are to play soldiers now, pretend |
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We are born inside these endless halls of shame |
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We are jaded by the error-ways of man |
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It doesn't make us strong |
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It doesn't make us strong |
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The things that i find stranger here |
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Will not let us in |
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Will not let us in |
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Show me, i won't tell |
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And even if i go today |
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I won't understand |
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Understand |
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We are to be something we are not |
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We are to repeat our faults my friend |
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We are taken down from sanity's lonely heights |
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We are shown the downward spiral ways of man |
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It doesn't make us strong |
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It doesn't make us strong |
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The things that i find stranger here |
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Will not let us in |
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No, they will not let us in |
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Show me, i won't tell'cause even if i die today |
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I won't understand |
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Understand |
