| Let’s write the songs that they want
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| I thought they’d love us but they don’t
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| They don’t
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| With tails tucked between our legs
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| We’ll find a home made of regrets
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| We’ll stay shipwrecked
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| And sinking
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| What a terrible thought
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| To be thinking
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| You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
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| We’re not who we’re supposed to be,
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| With all the symptoms of the sickness we have scene!
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| Are you better off leaving?
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| Tough words held behind my teeth
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| Pleading that they be set free,
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| But they’re empty
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| That’s what some always will want
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| A game of who’s best with their taunts
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| That are faceless and cred-less
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| With every song that you sing (I can’t walk away)
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| It’s yours to the heart
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| And when you fly or fall (I can’t walk away)
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| Then a new one will start
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| My eyes burn with hope (I can’t walk away)
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| That you hear what we say
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| If this was just for the gain (You can’t walk away)
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| Then may we never get paid
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| And the music that makes (You can’t walk away)
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| My feet move too
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| Is the same as the music (You can’t walk away)
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| That’s inside of you
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| The truth is that when (You can’t walk away)
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| You can see past yourself
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| Your song is the same (You can’t walk away)
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| As everyone else
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| Let’s write the songs that they want
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| I thought they’d love us but they don’t
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| They don’t |