| Children carry out your voice it really matters
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| Carry on about your fight and who it shattered
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| The bleed are strewn around
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| And they will kick a man when he’s down
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| Children carry out your voice it really matters
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| We are never righ-igh-ight
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| We are forever wrong
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| And I believe
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| As you ran insi-i-de
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| We are good enough to be true
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| Children rise from this with forty words and forty fists
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| Carry on around their hopes before they’re broken
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| If the people live in doubt
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| And scream no way out, no way out, no way out!
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| Simply carry out your voice that’s all that matters
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| We are never righ-igh-ight
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| We are forever wrong
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| And I believe
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| As you ran insi-i-de
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| We are good enough to be true
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| And we don’t want to know everything
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| We want to know one thing
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| Only tell us where the blood is
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| We will clean it up
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| And we don’t want to know everything
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| We want to know one thing
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| Only tell us where the blood is
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| We will clean it up
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| We are never righ-igh-ight
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| We are never wrong
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| And I believe
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| As you ran insi-i-de
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| We are good enough to be true
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| We are never righ-igh-ight
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| We are forever wrong
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| And I believe
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| As you ran insi-i-de
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| We are good enough to be true |