| We are the pessimists, masters of what we missed
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| The pages turn as we twist our words
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| Between the facts and myth and poisoned patriots
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| We fan the flames as our bridges burn
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| We were the first to say, let’s throw it all away
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| But now we’re fighting through the doom and gloom
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| It’s never felt this way before and we took it as a good sign
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| We’re quick to criticize, from every single side
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| We labeled every story bored and stale
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| Wasn’t it you and me who said we don’t believe
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| There is a better place where nothing fails
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| We were the first to say, let’s throw it all away
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| But now we’re fighting through the doom and gloom
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| It’s never felt this way before and we took it as a good sign
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| You said I was out of my head
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| Every time I pretend to forget
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| Everything I believe and regret
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| It’s never felt this way before and we took it as a good sign |