| Outside…
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| They hear a different song then inside.
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| What’s in your heart?
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| You’ll find…
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| They are just waiting for you this time,
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| To watch you fall.
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| If you’re drawing lines you can get off our side.
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| We wanna be wrong if what you say is right.
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| Down on you, down on you, they’ll never stop.
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| And how can you, now can you use what you’ve got?
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| Our fire,
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| burning inside of you and they’ve tried
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| to put you out.
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| You’ll find the simply maybe that you might die.
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| Not on your own.
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| But they will tell you you’re wrong
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| If you’re drawing lines you can get off our side.
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| We wanna be wrong if what you say is right
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| Down on you, down on you, they’ll never stop.
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| And how can you, now can you use what you’ve got?
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| Your blankets of word, it’s still making us cold.
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| We’ve tasted, life wasted and it’s getting old.
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| You’ll never make it, at least we tried.
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| And if we make it, at least you tried.
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| We’ve tried
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| We’ve tried
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| We’ve tried
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| We’ve tried
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| They can’t stop us.
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| This is who are.
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| You can not stop us.
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| This is who we are.
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| If you’re drawing lines you can get off our side.
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| We wanna be wrong if what you say is right.
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| Down on you, down on you, they’ll never stop.
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| And how can you, now can you use what you have got? |