| Sunrise
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| Wake up to a revolution
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| A reality where apathy isn’t sold by the gallon
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| Wake them up
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| They are senseless, disposable, defenceless
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| They whisper in my ear
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| Every word is insincere
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| This city lives in the shade
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| When faced with adversity
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| They spit you out
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| Left to drain
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| And I’m sick of this city
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| They spit you out, so spit me out
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| And I’m sick of this city
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| So spit me out
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| When things get rough you can’t just give up
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| How can they just give up?
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| When times get tough you can’t just walk away
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| How can they walk away?
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| I don’t want to be the one to teach them how to live
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| Integrity seems obsolete
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| So maybe, maybe I have to
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| I won’t rest until they learn
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| I will not rest until they learn
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| They’re not alone
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| An obstacle is not a brick wall
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| Being young ain’t four fucks every weekend
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| Good things come to those who endure
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| Don’t waste the dream
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| I’ve got a fifty dollar bill that says I ain’t gonna sleep tonight
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| In a daze they lose interest
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| So easy giving up once more
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| When we have just begun
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| Don’t tell me they don’t feel that something is missing
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| I don’t want to be the one
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| Maybe I don’t have to
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| So let them sleep with their regrets
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| Sunsets |