| I feel the ground moving under my feet
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| All I know is where I don’t belong
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| I’m not interested in sticking around
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| Just for the sake of a good time
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| Houses rotting from the the inside out
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| And everybody’s pissed out of their fucking minds
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| Are you seriously talking to me about community?
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| One by one, shoot off my fingers one by one
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| Where do we go from here? |
| Where do we go from here?
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| When the rebels lose the spirit of rebellion
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| You’ve got nowhere left to go
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| But I know I’m not alone
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| We are defined by what we stand
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| Against, and the weight of unfulfilled expectations
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| This culture that threatens to engulf you
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| Is this anyway to go about fighting it?
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| I don’t want to be born again
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| I don’t need anybody to speak for me
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| I’m not interested in humoring illusions
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| Or apologizing for the sake of sentiment |