| We should be somewhere else
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| We hate that all is banned
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| Sometimes my rage is strong
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| Sometimes my love is gone
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| Tell me, what’s the deal?
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| I say now what I feel
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| They don’t care for no one else
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| We need to tighten our sullen belts
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| We are forgotten
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| We are left out
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| We are not important
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| We are blanked out
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| See now our silent streets
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| The robbing of all our dreams
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| Too much of everything
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| The breaking of the tired string
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| We are forgotten
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| We are left out
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| We are not important
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| We are washed out
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| They make such «clever» goals
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| They make us into forsaken souls
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| Some hear the siren calls
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| Now we make it our own
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| We are forgotten
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| We are left out
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| We are not important
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| We are blacked out
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| We are not important
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| We are bled out |