| I’ve gotten used to having nothing
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| I don’t know why I keep running like I’m hunted
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| I don’t remember who made us so haunted
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| I don’t know if it’s you who’s shooting me from the numbness
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| Call me, call me, call me young and useless
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| But when you call me, call me, call me, who listens?
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| We watched our youth come, youth go wasted
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| Know that if you fall we’ll trade places
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| I stayed lost and out of focus
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| Living the lie stretched over the surface
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| I don’t know if it’s you who’s shooting me from a high place
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| We keep each other locked in scars
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| High from memories
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| Call me, call me, call me your disaster
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| But when you call me, call me, call me, who listens?
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| We watched our youth come, youth go wasted
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| Know that if you fall we’ll trade places
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| I’ve made mistakes
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| Mistakes of a fallen angel
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| I’ve made mistakes
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| Mistakes but I’m still stable
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| Enter through us
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| Just to exit through us
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| When they come for us
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| I promise I’ll keep silent
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| Call me, call me, call me your disaster
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| But when you call me, call me, call me, who listens?
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| We watched our youth come, youth go wasted
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| Know that if you fall we’ll trade places |