| Lately things they do not feel the same
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| What we’ll become full of hatred full of shame
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| Once was a face now is only just a name
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| The gift of life that we were treating like a game then
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| Something else dies inside me stripped away by another act of violence
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| Don’t try to look cause you won’t find me when I’m not there
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| And the scars that we wear — They will never go away
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| And the friends that we lose — The can never be replaced
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| Tell me what its going to take — And how many have to die
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| Till we put away our hate — And we open up our eyes
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| Sixteen years old when I lost my first friend
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| I tried to teach a broken heart how to bend
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| Twenty four and it happened yet again
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| More broken hearts is it ever going to end- cause…
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| Something else dies inside me stripped away by another act of violence
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| Don’t try to look cause you won’t find me when I’m not there
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| And the scars that we wear — They will never go away
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| And the friends that we lose — The can never be replaced
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| Tell me what its going to take — And how many have to die
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| Till we put away our hate — And we open up our eyes
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| God damn this feeling dont want to feel this again
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| My heart is bleeding your hate has taken my friend
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| Twenty two passed away before his time
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| Too quick to use our fists instead of our minds
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| So Concerned with whats yours and what is mine
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| Well maybe we can learn to love this time- cause…
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| If something else dies inside me — I’ll run away yeah
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| You’re never going to find me — The things I see always remind me —
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| Of how unfair everything is
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| Something else dies inside me stripped away by another act of violence
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| Don’t try to look cause you won’t find me when I’m not there
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| And the scars that we wear — They will never go away
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| And the friends that we lose — The can never be replaced
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| Tell me what its going to take — And how many have to die
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| Till we put away our hate — And we open up our eyes
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| Until we open up our eyes — Until we open up our eyes — Until we open up our
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| eyes
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| Tell me what it’s going to take — And how many have to die |