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If I could be alone with you, instead of standing on my own, |
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I would sound the call and when they all come running then you'll see, |
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I'm not alone at all. |
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Oh we live in silence, in shelter, in shadows; |
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The ones that you trod on, the ones you were brutal to, but, |
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Look for us, we were the casualties forever paying the price for a life less boring. |
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Look for us, we were the whipping children, but no more. |
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Look for us 'cause when the tables turn, |
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You'll be saying a prayer to the great unwanted. |
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Singing a hymn to the great unwanted. |
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We will not be ignored. |
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We won't take that no more. |
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You can dodge the pressure, avoid the questions and whisper lies beneath your breath, |
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To you: love got smothered under hearts and flowers and it died a sweet and sickly death. |
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But our resolve wont break, the stakes are to high to lose, |
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You're finished, you're over, you're yesterday's news, so: |
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Look for us, we were the casualties forever paying the price for a life less boring. |
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Look for us, we were the whipping children, but no more. |
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Look for us 'cause when the tables turn, |
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You'll be saying a prayer to the great unwanted. |
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Singing a hymn to the great unwanted. |
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We will not be ignored. |
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We won't take that no more. |
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No more, no more, no more. |
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You can roll your eyes and feign surprise but this ain't another spurned lover talking. |
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Every day you waste away is one day closer 'till the dead start walking. |
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You can curse yourself into an early grave, |
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Well, it's your body you can die if you want to, |
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Die if you want to, die if you want to, die if you want to, |
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Enough now, lets go |
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Look for us, we were the casualties, forever paying the price for a life less boring. |
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Look for us, we spent the weekend quaking, dreading the sight of a Monday morning. |
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Look for us 'cause when the tables turn, |
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You'll be saying a prayer to the great unwanted. |
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Singing a hymn to the great unwanted. |
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Singing a hymn to the great unwanted. |
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Singing a hymn to the great unwanted. |
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And we will not be ignored |