| I stand on top of this city looking down
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| I see mothers and fathers
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| trying to find out where the road goes
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| Don’t look at me like this life would be senseless
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| I’m just as fucked as you
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| hoping for some answers
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| An old man comes running
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| He knocks at my door
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| In his hands his first punk record
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| he stole from the store
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| Society has been a mystery
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| until I heard those songs
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| Explaining how we’ve managed to split up in two parts
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| One lives in the gutter
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| with dreams spilled on the floor
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| The other’s in a castle and owns a crown and a throne
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| The part that’s on the street is struggling to live on
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| The other’s safely at home
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| WE WILL BE ONE
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| One lives in the gutter
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| with dreams spilled on the floor
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| The other’s in a castle
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| WE WILL BE ONE
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| The part that’s on the street is struggling to live on
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| The other’s safely at home
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| WE WILL BE ONE
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| I know you struggle to live on
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| WE WILL BE ONE
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| I know you struggle to live on
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| WE WILL BE ONE
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| There are some left in the gutter
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| Who pick their dreams up from the floor
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| Some who won’t give up on the world around us all
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| Our books taught us strength
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| We can change the world
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| Tyrants and fuck ups will get what they deserve |