| We’re your bastards left behind
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| We’re your bastards left behind
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| We’re your bastards left behind
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| Thrown away beneath the darkest sky
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| We’re the fallen, born to rise
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| A part of you left alone to die
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| Dealt to you in a winning hand of fortune
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| We’re cast out filth in your own distortion
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| A ghost to you, but alive to anyone
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| (All of this cannot be undone)
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| Don’t tell me you’ve done this right
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| You are nothing but a waste of life
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| We’re your bastards left behind
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| Thrown away beneath the darkest sky
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| We’re the fallen, born to rise
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| A part of you left alone to die
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| We are the dust on the dashboard
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| We are the guilt you refuse to speak
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| We are the faces that pass you by
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| We are all the ones you left behind
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| Forgotten
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| Forgotten
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| Take these days we’ve lived
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| Burn them into your arms
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| Feel the past you missed
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| Let it haunt your scars
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| Remember where we came from, how it looked that day
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| Now that we’re in decent, make these memories start to fade
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| We’re your bastards left behind
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| Thrown away beneath the darkest sky
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| We’re the fallen, born to rise
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| A part of you left alone to die |