| We are the ones, we’re living inside of yesterday
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| We are the ones, we’re searching for a better way
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| The days are getting longer
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| And the nights won’t seem to f*cking end
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| Stand with me and I promise you
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| We’ll make it through the bitter end
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| Through the bitter end
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| We haven’t been cast away
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| Just hopelessly set adrift
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| To sadder shores we sail
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| In hopes of something better than this
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| For all the January 24th kids
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| With the sealed eye lids
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| Living out their desperate days
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| And endless nights of sadness
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| There must be a place better than this
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| Blazing through our yesterdays, and burning through tomorrows
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| We gotta find a way outta this place
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| By setting fire to today
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| The last supper kids with the sutured dreams
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| And the what could have beens
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| And in the loudest moments of silence
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| We fortify this dream
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| Kill the lights, fade to back
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| Redefine happiness, rust never sleeps
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| Take my hand and join me
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| Because you too come from a world
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| Far more full of weeping than they can understand
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| We are the ones, living inside of yesterday
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| We are the ones, and we’re dreaming for
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| Our better days |