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Children roam these empty streets |
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With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts |
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Narrow frames and crooked teeth |
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The whole more valuable than each part |
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And the grasp you have upon this group |
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Is as fragile as a pile of ash |
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They know your lies and weakness |
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With each open hand you bluntly lash |
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Oh these soft legged girls |
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And hard faced boys |
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They know no god |
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They have no voice |
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So what is this |
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I seeThere is nothing but anger |
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Burning inside of me(Oh these soft legged girls) |
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Do you wish to feel complete(And hard faced boys)(They know no God) |
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Say you want it, need it(They have no voice) |
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We are the sound |
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We don't belong |
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So raise up your hands |
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And sing along[x2] |
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Girls with fire in their eyes |
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Boy with will and aim that's true |
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Living in a jilted world |
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Contempt spreads just like the flu |
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So let's all take some solace |
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In one thing that we all can trust |
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Adults can be ****ed up too |
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Sometimes even more than us(Oh these soft legged girls) |
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Do you wish to feel complete(And hard faced boys)(They know no god) |
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Say you want it, need it(They have no voice) |
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WE ARE THE |
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SOUNDWE HA |
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VE NO VOIC |
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E[Yelled x2] |
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We are the sound |
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We don't belong |
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So raise up your hands |
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And sing along[x2] |
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And Sing Along! |
