| Children roam these empty streets with lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
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| Narrow frames and crooked teeth, the whole more valuable than each part
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| And the grasp you have upon this group is as fragile as a pile of ash
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| They know your lies and weakness with each open hand you bluntly lash
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| Oh, these soft legged girls and hard faced boys
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| They know no God, they have no voice
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| So what is this I see?
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| There is nothing but anger burning inside of me
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| (Oh, these soft legged girls and hard faced boys)
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| Do you wish to feel complete?
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| Say you want it, you need it
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| (They know no God, they have no voice)
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| We are the sound, we don’t belong
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| So raise up your hands and sing along
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| We are the sound, we don’t belong
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| So raise up your hands and sing along
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| Girls with fire in their eyes, boys with will and aim that’s true
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| Living in a jilted world, contempt spreads just like the flu
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| So let’s all take some solace in, one thing that we all can trust
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| Adults can be fucked up too, sometimes even more than us
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| (Oh, these soft legged girls and hard faced boys)
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| Do you wish to feel complete?
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| Say you want it, you need it
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| (They know no God, they have no voice)
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| We are the sound! |
| We have no voice!
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| We are the sound! |
| We have no voice!
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| We are the sound, we don’t belong
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| So raise up your hands and sing along
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| We are the sound, we don’t belong
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| So raise up your hands and sing along
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| And sing along |