| Tell me, how many years have you felt so sick?
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| To the kids who care more about these songs
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| Than the wars they’ve been fighting for so fucking long
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| There’s something wrong with the soundwaves in the air, there’s something wrong
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| It’s on the tip of your tongue and it’s time you give a shit
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| We got the songs all wrong again (and we don’t fit in)
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| We got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did)
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| And I know you know, I know you know, I know you know I know you
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| Tell me, how many years have you felt out of touch?
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| To all the kids who cared more when they were young
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| About the wars they’ve been fighting since before we were born
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| There’s something wrong with the soundwaves in the air there’s something wrong
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| It’s on the tip of your tongue and it’s time you give a shit
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| We got the songs all wrong again (and we don’t fit in)
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| We got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did back
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| then)
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| How many years has it been, since you lost the feeling?
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| Since you lost something to believe in? |
| I need something to believe in
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| We’re so tired of playing dead, bring me all of the disillusioned dreamers
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| (How many years have you felt so sick, I ask)
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| All of the forward thinking allies
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| (How many years have you felt out of touch and old?)
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| All of the ones who feel outnumbered
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| (To all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more)
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| I need new conspirators, bring me all of the new rule smashers
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| (How many years have you felt so sick, I ask)
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| All of the hungry innovators
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| (How many years have you felt out of touch and old?)
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| All of the fearless creators
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| (To all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more)
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| I need new conspirators |