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Out in the everglades, |
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Sleeping in with the poor is a fortune for the brave, |
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I can easily say that we will never change |
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But be implacable and never lose your flames. |
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Wouldn't you say that the world has spit on you enough. |
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Unanswered prayers, sleeping under streetlights |
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And I don't understand the danger of talking them up |
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Every night, |
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You salvage every skyline, |
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Only enough so that you might have the chance to feel fine. |
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Swear to God |
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I believe we've had enough trying to save the world, |
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Did you hear me, |
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We have had enough. |
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This is how we close the show, |
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So sit back and listen, |
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Cause it's not over yet. |
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You think you know us |
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Well you don't know shit. |
