| Standby, we all live on standby
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| We all hold out torches waiting for flame
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| I call it like I see it, I see a scared kid
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| Following their every word, now just to feel like the dirt under his nails is
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| worth the pain
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| Let me explain
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| You see the joke is that no matter how much you bleed
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| For what you’re trying to say
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| There’s always someone, somewhere
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| Living out the life you’ve always worked for
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| Who never will appreciate the claim
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| Standby, we all live on standby
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| We all hold out torches waiting for flame
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| Reach for anything that holds you
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| Keeps you standing up and knows you by name
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| I failed to mention all their terms, their dotted lines, their iron nerves
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| But who are we to state our case
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| It’s all a matter of life and death by irrelevance
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| You see the joke is that no matter how much you bleed
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| For what you’re trying to say
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| There’s always someone, somewhere
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| Living out the life you’ve always worked for
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| Who never will appreciate the claim
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| Standby, we all live on standby
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| We all hold out torches waiting for flame
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| Reach for anything that holds you
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| Keeps you standing up and knows you by name
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| I digress, I know it’s what you want
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| To be perceived as an idol, a walking tribute to all those lost
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| Capture feelings in vignettes and shout them from rooftops
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| They will smile as you struggle, and lose you in their thoughts
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| Standby, we all live on standby
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| We all hold out torches waiting for flame
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| Reach for anything that holds you
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| Keeps you standing up and knows you by name
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| Standby, we all live on standby
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| We all hold out torches waiting for flame
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| Reach for anything that holds you
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| Keeps you standing up and knows you by name |