| Call me a doctor of defense, or maybe I’m a fix
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| (baby I’m a mess)
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| And I know since you’ll forget, call me baby call me crazy yea yea yea
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| Take these pills everyday to kill your apathy for living
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| Yea for living… yea yea
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| (This is!) This is the sound of your body under fire
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| (These are!) These are my eyes finding you in the door
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| Save your breath you won’t be heard
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| I found the villain in your bed, a blanket full of lies
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| (a hero you can sweat)
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| So is this what you call love, call me crazy listen baby yea yea yea
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| Stop sniffing auto-cocaine; |
| I’ll be your drug for the pain
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| For all the pain… yea yea
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| (This is!) This is the sound of your body under fire
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| (These are!) These are my eyes finding you in the door
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| Save your breath you won’t be heard
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| And when you’re falling from the stories, they’ll shed and bleed to
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| Nothing but the truth we wrote on the ceiling
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| Break out your bullets it won’t be enough for
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| Stop a loaded jail witch from turning into
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| People on the side reaching for a loaded gun for you
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| They will scream your name before I do
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| (This is!) This is the sound of your body under fire
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| (These are!) These are my eyes finding you in the door
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| (This is!) This is the sound of your body under fire
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| (These are!) These are my eyes finding you in the door
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| We are the voices of an underground choir
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| Save your breath you won’t be heard |