| I swear I can’t stand this place
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| And what’s becoming of me
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| The longer I have to stay
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| I want to think all unthinkable things
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| And say what I shouldn’t say
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| I need a change
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| With that said I’m leaving today
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| I got some concrete ideas
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| And they’ve been paving my way towards all the
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| Downtowns and urban decay
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| There’s so much life to these bricks
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| So much buildings can say
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| A new experienced me
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| We’ll be coming back on rusted limbs and bloody knees
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| A call to arms
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| For all the suburban soldiers who’ve got no one to count on
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| Faceless and scarred
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| We don’t know where we’re going
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| We forgot where we came from
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| I thought there was blood left in this stone
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| Turns out that I was wrong
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| I hope you find the place that feels like home
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| And a heightened sense of strength
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| And a stronger sense of self
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| A new experienced me
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| We’ll be coming back on rusted limbs and bloody knees
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| A call to arms
|
| For all the suburban soldiers who’ve got no one to count on
|
| Faceless and scarred
|
| We don’t know where we’re going
|
| We forgot where we came from
|
| A new experienced me
|
| We’ll be coming back on rusted limbs and bloody knees
|
| A call to arms
|
| For all the suburban soldiers who’ve got no one to count on
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| Faceless and scarred
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| We don’t know where we’re going
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| We forgot where we came from |