| We’re the scraps left behind in ground zero
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| From the blast that came to collect on its debt
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| Blowing a gale over the corpses
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| Over the hills that swallowed our footsteps
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| We kill the time as it was done to us
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| We point our hands in the shapes of guns and we time it
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| All washed out and fading in the foreground
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| The hammer draws back, go find your peace
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| We’re the great whale hooked and robbed of it’s hide
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| As the jaybird watches yellow jackets close in
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| Gulf War, empty the beds of our fathers
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| Arms race — let fly the wolves in our hearts
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| Get up with 27 minutes left in '68 every day
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| Everything. |
| Nothing. |
| Me
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| Everything. |
| Nothing. |
| Me
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| We kill the time as it was done to us
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| We point our hands in the shapes of guns and we time it
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| All washed out and fading in the foreground
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| The hammer draws back, go find your peace
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| Nobody notices the cowards fall
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| Fall just like the brave
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| Nobody notices the cowards fall
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| Fall just like the brave
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| All washed out and fading in the foreground
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| The hammer draws back, go find your peace
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| Everything. |
| Nothing. |
| Me
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| Everything. |
| Nothing. |
| Me |