| How does it feel to be on the top of the world?
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| It’s not like your stage is any higher, any louder
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| You’re still only 10 feet above flat ground
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| Hell, I don’t want to, but I’ll give it to you
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| Every face down there wants you
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| Although, they’ll turn at the drop of a dime
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| Like wild dogs we’re all waiting in line
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| For you to fuck up hard enough, so we can push you aside
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| We’ve learned there’s more to music than sound
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| And if you’re listening, I hope you know we built this up from the ground
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| Every remark with heart
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| We’re not saints, but at least we’re not fake
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| And if you’re listening, then put your hands up in the air and sing:
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| We’re not afraid to finally speak our minds
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| We’re not afraid and we’re no longer blind
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| We’re not afraid to leave your bullshit scene behind
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| We’re not afraid, we’re not afraid this time, oh!
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| Train wrecks develop so slowly
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| And in due time this life will fill your heart with hate
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| In due time, life will reject your advances
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| We’ll attempt to put the world on its axis, oh!
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| We don’t know who you are right now
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| Hey now, this ain’t about you
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| But everything relies on first impressions
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| So when the most we know was just your shitty town and your shitty friends
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| To simplify it, you’re so irrelevant
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| I’ll say you’re not worth shit, although the world’s a market for it
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| I just hope they see the problem with this
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| I’ll bite my tongue, this system is corrupt
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| So we’ll just shake it off, and continue being underdogs
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| You’re all so god damn easily impressed
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| We don’t know who you are right now
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| Hey now, this ain’t about you
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| But everything relies on first impressions
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| So when the most we know was just your bad tattoos, trends
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| And underdeveloped pen stains you scribble to shit friends
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| I’ll say you’re not worth shit, although the world’s a market for it
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| I hope that they see the problem |