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A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance, |
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They show up to the party but they're never asked to dance. |
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The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves, |
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The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing. |
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I never met a loser that I didn't see eye to eye with, I declare, |
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I stare into your eyes but you look right past me into the air, |
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What's it like to stand in your shoes? |
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To have never felt the belt of somebody's abuse? |
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I take the bottle and I tip it to all my heroes that have passed, |
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Alas, you have left us but your stories they will last. |
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Uninspired by the recruiting call, |
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Independent we stand, indepentent we fall. |
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So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? |
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Before they call you bluff and watch you fall? |
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I don't know but I'd like to think I had control, |
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At some point but I let it go and lost my soul. |
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Sit tight but the revolution's years away, |
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I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say. |
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So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate |
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The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite. |
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Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last! |
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Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass, |
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The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed. |
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Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from, |
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And everybody's laughing loud, |
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Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud. |
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A moment of silence, please, for those who never get the chance, |
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They show up to the party but they're never asked to dance. |
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The losers, the liars, the bastards, the thieves, |
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The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don't believe in nothing. |
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They said: "A pox upon your house, upon your family |
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And everyone you ever knew and everyone you'll ever meet." |
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I bet they think we wish we joined when we could, |
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But we do what we want, we don't do what we should. |
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Now everybody's laughing because they're thinking they're in on something I don't get, |
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Don't forget, I connect and I heard every word you said, |
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Like a child who believes he was wronged, |
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If you hate me so much then stop singing my songs. |
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So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all? |
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Before they call you bluff and watch you fall? |
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I don't know but I'd like to think I had control, |
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At some point but I let it go and lost my soul. |
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Sit tight but the revolution's years away, |
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I'm losing faith and I'm running low on things to say. |
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So I guess I have no choice but to regurgitate |
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The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite. |
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Oh! To have died that night, I realized it wouldn't last! |
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Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass, |
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The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed. |
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Oh! To the west, you don't know what it is you're running from, |
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And everybody's laughing loud, |
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Your last chance to make your mother and your father proud. |