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Tell me, how many years have you felt so sick? |
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To the kids who care more about these songs |
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than the wars they've been fighting for so fucking long |
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There's something wrong with the soundwaves in the air, there's something wrong, |
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It's on the tip of your tongue and it's time you give a shit |
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We got the songs all wrong again (and we don't fit in) |
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we got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did) |
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And I know you know, I know you know, I know you know I know you. |
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Tell me, how many years have you felt out of touch? |
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To all the kids who cared more when they were young |
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about the wars they've been fighting since before we were born |
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There's something wrong with the soundwaves in the air there's something wrong, |
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It's on the tip of your tongue and it's time you give a shit |
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We got the songs all wrong again (and we don't fit in) |
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We got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did back then) |
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How many years has it been, since you lost the feeling? |
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Since you lost something to believe in? I need something to believe in, |
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We're so tired of playing dead, bring me all of the disillusioned dreamers |
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(How many years have you felt so sick, I ask) |
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All of the forward thinking allies |
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(How many years have you felt out of touch and old?) |
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All of the ones who feel outnumbered |
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(To all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more) |
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I need new conspirators, bring me all of the new rule smashers |
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(How many years have you felt so sick, I ask) |
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All of the hungry innovators |
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(How many years have you felt out of touch and old?) |
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All of the fearless creators |
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(To all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more) |
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I need new conspirators. |