| Even if I was lonely, even if I was broke
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| Even if all the dogs in the pound let me know
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| Saying it’s never over, it never ends
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| Grab the guns and the ammo, let us descend
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| To the darkest of prisons, and break their defense
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| We will rattle the cages, rules will be bent
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| Oh, remind us our days are all numbered not spent
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| And peace it comes easy, like mist on a ridge
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out
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| All the worries folks tell us to break all of our ties
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| To our families and loved ones, we leave when we fly
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| To these cities we think we need in our lives
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| Oh you Manhattan jungle, you tangle our pride
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out
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| All the buildings, they lean and they smile down on us
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| And they shout from their roof tops, words we can’t trust
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| Like you’re dead, you are tired
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| You’re ruined, you’re dust
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| Oh you will amount to nothing, like tanks full of rust
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| But we scream back at them
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| From below on the street
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| All in unison we sing, at times, been redeemed
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| We are all of the beauty, that has not been seen
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| We are full of the color, that’s never been dreamed
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| Well, nothing we need ever dies, yeah
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| Nothing we need ever dies, yeah
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| Nothing we need ever dies
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out
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| Breathing in, breathing out, it’s all in my mouth
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| Gives me hope that I’ll be, something worth bleeding out. |