| We are the good youth
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| We deal in dead truth
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| We only care about what we can amend
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| We paid our own dues
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| We slung our own noose
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| We wear our hearts upon our sleeves 'til the end
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| When I was born and raised
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| All I wanted was to feel the pain
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| I thought that everyone should feel this way
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| So I sacrificed my glory days
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| Now I’m here, I’m alive but barely
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| I feel so contrived
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| A leaning tower of possibilities built up On all these lies
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| 'Cause it ain’t worth it, the grass is black
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| Will someone please just take me back
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| All I want is everything I’ve always had
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| All I want, all I want, all I want, is everything
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| All I want, all I want, all I want, is everything
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| So now I’m finally free to be anything
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| I want to be
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| I can’t make my mind up on which me That I really want the world to see
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| Because I’m here, I’m alive but briefly
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| Blinded by the lights,
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| When the flares die out my heart cries out
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| Is this all that’s inside
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| It wasn’t worth it, the grass is black
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| Will someone please just take me back
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| All I want was everything I’ve always had
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| All I want, all I want, all I want, is everything
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| All I want, all I want, all I want, is everything
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| I’ve lost my faith in what I always thought was everything
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| (And the confidence I crave, is all I need now to be saved)
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| And the false idols that I fought to be just
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| Like were all just bought and so I sing
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| (And the life I’ve always craved is full of Crooked little hearts that can’t be saved)
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| When I was born and raised
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| All I wanted was to feel the pain
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| We are the good youth
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| We deal in dead truth
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| We only care about what we can amend
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| We paid our own dues
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| We slung our own noose
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| We wear our hearts upon our sleeves 'til the end |