| Maybe we don’t have to be
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| Part of a suffering city
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| And work so hard every day of the week
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| We’ve never known another way to be
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| If you try and you try but no one knows your name
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| I don’t want to be part of losing game
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| This was never meant to be part of the plan
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| We were never meant to live for the greed of man
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| We’re counting up our tragedies
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| The days are laid out in monotony
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| We’re told to choose but we’re not free
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| And I know what’s expected of me
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| We live the lie like so many the same
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| A long forgotten part of a losing game
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| I don’t know if any of us care
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| If no one knows that we were ever here
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| White Hearts bring us together
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| Daylight makes us so sober
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| So walk away, climb out of the cage
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| It was built by those to keep you in your place
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| We’re not like them, we don’t belong
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| We’ll take the blame for this, our lives our own
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| Darling, take your shelter in the flame
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| We’ll never be part of a losing game
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| Keep us in the fire till we’re clean
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| And the bullets come to wake us from our dream
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| White Hearts bring us together
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| Daylight makes us so sober
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| White Hearts bring us together
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| Daylight makes us so sober |