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Tell me that I am not just wasting my time sitting in this room alone |
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Tell me that 1000 men with 1000 torches could not take what is in our hearts |
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Tell me this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the ****ing kids |
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Tell me that we have not become just as cheap as everyone else |
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Tell me that loud guitars backed by loud ideals is still what we're all about |
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Tell me that beauty is more than who you are on the outside |
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Tell me that a word like "unity" is not just ink spilled on the page |
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Tell me that there is so much more, so much worth screaming our heads of for |
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It's your turn...I wanna hear it |
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It's your turn...You gotta yell it |
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Before I throw my arms up and walk right out that door |
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Cause to tell you the truth I am not all that sure |
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How much longer my voice can hold out |
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Tell me that this is still for the kids, by the kids, about the ****ing kids |
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Tell me that we have no become just as broken as everything else |
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It's your turn...I'm on my ****ing knee's |