| We are, we are, we are the lonely bastards
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| We are, we are on the edge of disaster
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| Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of it all
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| There’s is a treatment ours is the cure
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| Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of it all
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| There’s is a treatment ours is the cure
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| Everyone who is against me
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| Goddamn it’s everybody
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| If the world is falling colliding
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| There is no use in hiding
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| Outside the world is grey
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| Inside our colors display
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| Nothing bright all is faint
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| This is the canvas, we are the paint
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| Dishonesty within yourself will rot you down like a disease
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| We are, we are, we are the lonely bastards
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| We are, we are on the edge of disaster
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| Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of it all
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| There’s is a treatment ours is the cure
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| Sick sick sick sick sick sick sick of it all
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| There’s is a treatment ours is the cure
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| Counting those who stand beside me
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| Goddamn it’s everybody
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| The can’t keep us crawling, hiding
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| When all we know is fighting
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| And it’s starting to seem like me against the world
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| And I’m starting to think those odds are pretty good
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| It seems like me against the world
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| We are, we are, we are the lonely bastards
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| We are, we are on the edge of disaster
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| We are a cycle that can’t remember
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| Where to stop or how we entered
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| They are the storm and we are the shelter
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| The rain will stop but we are forever
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| We are forever
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| We all come here
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| We all come here we won’t wander
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| We all come here
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| To feel less alone
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| We all come here we won’t wander
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| We have found our home |