| The sky hangs from it’s last thread
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| And we’re all scared, but I feel brave
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| I bleed from my mouth
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| For a lost cause, but it’s my willing sacrifice
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| The kids draw death on the asphalt
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| As the office man walks by
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| With his eyes stitched tight
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| And his heart clogged up
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| The rain i catch in my hands
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| Burns through the skin
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| Down to the bones
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| Cheer on
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| Another year, we survived
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| Cheer on
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| Another ghost across the sky
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| And I figure you in the back of an ambulance
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| Or gasping for air in a waiting room somewhere
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| And I can’t help but to think
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| You’re dead ten years from now
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| But so am I
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| At least my words march on
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| And all you’ll be is a name
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| Scribbled on eroded tombstone
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| And all you’ll be is nothing but a name
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| Cheer on
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| Another year, we survived
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| Cheer on
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| Another ghost across the sky
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| The sky hangs from it’s last thread
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| And we’re all scared, but I feel brave
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| I bleed from my mouth
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| For a lost cause
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| Black lungs & dollar signs |