| Out of answers only doubts
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| I question why, as we drive by
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| Another round to please the crowd
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| Let em fight, wrong our rights
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| We don’t have to run, I know we don’t belong here
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| I know we won’t belong, we live to get it all wrong, all wrong
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| We don’t have to hide, what’s the fun in choosing sides
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| Just to feel alone, we’re underneath the same sun, same sun
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| Driving cross the city lines
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| At least we don’t call it our own
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| Speeding off to touch the skyline
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| At least we know that we’re not home
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| We don’t have to run, I know we don’t belong here
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| I know we won’t belong, we live to get it all wrong, all wrong
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| We don’t have to hide, what’s the fun in choosing sides
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| Just to feel alone, we’re underneath the same sun, same sun
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| We’ll watch the sun as it’s sinking in
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| We’ll watch the sun as it’s sinking into, into the rearview
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| We don’t have to run, I know we don’t belong here
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| I know we won’t belong, we live to get it all wrong, all wrong
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| We don’t have to hide (We'll watch the sun as it’s sinking in)
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| What’s the fun in choosing sides (We'll watch the sun as it’s sinking in)
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| Just to feel alone (We'll watch the sun as it’s sinking in)
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| We’re underneath the same sun, same sun |