| Not gonna miss you when you’re dead and gone
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| Not gonna talk about you over and over and over
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| Not gonna file you under latest nostalgia
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| Or happily ever after
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| Not gonna listen to your played-out songs
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| Don’t wanna think about you over and over and over
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| Not gonna read about the latest fads on your trendy blog
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| I want nothing to do with that
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| 'Cause you’ve made a mess of everything
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| (And I’m not listening)
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| You’re not a hero, you’re a liar
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| You’re not a savior, you’re a vampire
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| Sucking the life out of all the friends you’ve ever known
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| You’re just a train wreck, not a winner
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| Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners
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| The saints without a cause
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| We’re not listening
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| We’re not listening
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| I’m gonna start a revolution
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| Of convoluted disillusion
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| (Start a revolution)
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| I’ll lead a war with no conclusion
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| And in my final hour, I’ll be a confident coward
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| 'Cause if we stand for nothing, we’ll fall for anything
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| You’re not a hero, you’re a liar
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| You’re not a savior, you’re a vampire
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| Sucking the life out of all the friends you’ve ever known
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| You’re just a train wreck, not a winner
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| Up on your soapbox, preaching down to the sinners
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| The saints without a cause
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| We’re not listening
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| We’re not listening
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| Yes, this is moving in the same direction
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| But I’m a little too spent to care
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| 'Cause it’s a battlefield till it blows over
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| Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
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| We’re throwing stones though we live in glass houses
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| We talk shit like it’s a cross to bear
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| You’re only relevant until you get older
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| Keep your friends close and your enemies closer, enemies closer
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| They’re gonna miss me when I’m dead and gone
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| They’re gonna talk about me over and over and over
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| They’re gonna file me under latest nostalgia
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| Happily ever after
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| But not a hero, I’m a liar
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| I’m not a savior, I’m a vampire
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| Sucking the life out of all the friends I’ve ever known
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| We’re a train wreck, not winners
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| On a soapbox, preaching down to the sinners
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| Saints without a cause
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| We’re not listening
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| We’re not listening
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| We’re not listening
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| We’re not listening |