| I’m screaming so loud, my throat is bursting
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| But like a falling tree in the woods, if no one’s listening am I making noise
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| Although I’m still snared by the words of my own breath, I realize a body
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| cannot suffer in sweet repose
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| Take heart, this will be over soon
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| This is everything that you don’t want to hear
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| Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears
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| This is everything that you don’t want to hear
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| Never again, never again, will my voice fall on deaf ears
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| Traded my life for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul
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| Hardly a man, no longer a child, I’m just another L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y
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| Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I’ve got nothing to
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| lose
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| I’m ready to die, ready to die, cause I’m a L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y
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| Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I’ve learned to adapt to
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| this pedestal you’ve placed me on
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| I’m ready to die, I’m ready to die, we are all lost boys. |
| L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y
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| We all want what we can’t have, so it’s time we take it all back
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| This world’s the iron, we’re the rust, what’s this world going to do with us?
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| We are the hammer, we must strike while the iron is hot
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| It’s time we lead and not follow
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| Quit acting like the space inside your chest is hollow
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| Search for me, deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity
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| There’s more than blood pumping through these veins
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| No pain, no gain
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| You’ll find me deep in the cities, singing a rebel yell of pity
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| There’s more than blood pumping through these veins
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| No pain, no gain
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| NO PAIN, NO GAIN
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| No pain, no gain
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| Like a falling tree in the woods, if no one’s listening am I making noise
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| Traded my life, for one on the road, gave up it all, but kept my soul
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| Hardly a man, no longer a child, I’m just another L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y
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| Loud, obnoxious, pissed off, kid with something to prove, I’ve got nothing to
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| lose
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| I’m ready to die, ready to die, cause I’m a L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y
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| Dressed in black, with a target painted on my back, I’ve learned to adapt to
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| this pedestal you’ve placed me on. |
| I’m ready to die, ready to die,
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| cause I’m a L.O.S.T. |
| B.O.Y |