| We could never put this in context
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| We could never figure this one out
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| The air is getting colder by the minute
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| And every moment feels like a thousand years
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| March through the streets
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| A splendid parade of death and uncertainty
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| Kneel when we’re asked to
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| Face down on the asphalt
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| March through glass and shattered bricks
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| Oh, how cautious we walk
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| Another awkward step
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| Another broken home
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| Oh, my god we’re here to write history for a change
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| 'cause this is who we are
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| Oh, my god now it’s all how it’s supposed to be
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| For you and me
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| (who we are)
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| As the alcohol takes hold we’re still scared to our bones
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| So let your comforting words burn through the coldest of nights
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| Grace my cheek when I’m alone |