| Do you feel like caving
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| Could you fall apart
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| Do you think we’re spineless or just too cold at heart
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| Do you feel like paper in between glass walls
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| Did you pick them up or drag your hands through the shards
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| Don’t lose your grip
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| So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
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| Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
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| Never make the time for stress and never make amends
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| So get up and go out out with your fake friends
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| Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
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| Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand
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| Do you feel degraded
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| A bit worse-for-wear
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| Don’t you think you’re too young to show such disrepair
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| Does the sun come out but never seem to shine
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| Did you pray for daybreak with your hands intertwined
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| Don’t lose your grip
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| Don’t lose your grip
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| So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
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| Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
|
| Never make the time for stress and never make amends
|
| So get up and go out out with your fake friends
|
| Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
|
| Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand
|
| Don’t lose your grip
|
| So get up and get out, yeah, get faded
|
| Spend your Saturday nights feeling jaded
|
| Never make the time for stress and never make amends
|
| So get up and go out out with your fake friends
|
| Spend your Saturday nights with the bar bands
|
| Never have to call home, play the victim, just an open hand |