| We are names, and we are faces
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| Not listed in the pages
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| You're searching line by line
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| The voices in the wire
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| The glass under your tires
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| The panic in your eyes
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| And when we start to lose control
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| And when we start to lose our minds
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| That's when I close my eyes
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| And feel a sudden urge
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| To watch this whole town burn
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Light up the whole damn sky
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Like the Fourth of July
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| Like the Fourth of July, hey!
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| I am as patient as a volcano
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| A butterfly in a landmine field
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| I am a dandelion making guns go silent
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| Sticking out of every barrel, cold as steel
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| And in this fight you've started
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| I'm a moving target
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| And I'm sick of running
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| But the pain keeps coming
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| Like a sudden urge
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| To watch this whole town burn
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Light up the whole damn sky
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Like the Fourth of July
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| Like the Fourth of July, hey!
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| Searching for something worth saving from this fire
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| Try to envision the glass half-full
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| Give me a reason to smother these flames, now
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| Before they begin to grow
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| I can't stop the sky from falling
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| All I hear are voices calling
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| Asking, "Have you come to heal us?"
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| Touch my shaking hand
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| You'll feel a sudden urge
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| To watch this whole town burn
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Light up the whole damn sky
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| (Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
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| Like the Fourth of July
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| The Fourth of July
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| From branch to root, we are black inside
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| Scorching the earth like it's the Fourth of July
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| If everything you knew was a goddamn lie
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| Would you up and explode
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| Like it's the Fourth of July? |