| Rules of engagement have never been clear
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| Are we as disgusted as we try to appear
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| We are the war baby generation
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| People we know can’t figure us out
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| Caught in a web of uncertain doubt
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| We’re always closed to their invitations
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| Oh, oh, oh do you want me
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| Oh, oh, oh do you need me
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| Oh, oh, oh I’m all sold out
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| Sooner or later everyone knows
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| Our darkest secrets are being exposed
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| We’re on trial for the execution
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| Broken bones and broken dreams
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| Living a life way above our means
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| We’re the problem not the solution
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| Oh, oh, oh do you want me
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| Oh, oh, oh do you need me
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| Oh, oh, oh I’m all sold out
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| We don’t talk about it anymore
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| It mattered once but that was before
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| We are the art of gravitation
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| There ain’t nothing left to pull us through
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| Defend the lies but they ain’t the truth
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| We’re gonna wake up in a cold room
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| Oh, oh, oh do you want me
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| Oh, oh, oh do you need me
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| Oh, oh, oh I’m all sold out
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| I’m all sold out
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| I’m all sold out
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| I’m all sold out |