| Moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
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| They show up to the party but they’re never asked to dance
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| The losers the liars the bastards the thieves
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| The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don’t believe in nothing
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| I never met a loser that i didn’t see eye to eye with, i declare
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| I stare into your eyes
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| But you look right past me into the air
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| What’s it like to stand in your shoes?
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| To have never felt the belt of somebody’s abuse?
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| I take the bottle and i tip it to all my heroes that have passed
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| Alas, you have left us but your stories they will last
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| Uninspired by the recruiting call
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| Independent we stand
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| Indepentend we fall
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| So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
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| Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
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| I don’t know but i’d like to think i had control
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| At some point but i let it go and lost my soul
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| Sit tight but the revolution’s years away
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| I’m losing faith and i’m running low on things to say
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| So i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate
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| The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
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| Oh! |
| to have died that night i realized it wouldn’t last!
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| Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
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| The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
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| Oh! |
| to the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
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| And everybody’s laughing loud
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| Your last chance to make your mother and father proud
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| Oh, oh, oh…
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| A moment of silence please for those who never get the chance
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| They show up to the party but they’re never asked to dance
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| The losers the liars the bastards the thieves
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| The cynicists, the pessimists and those that don’t believe in nothing
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| They said «a pox
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| Upon your house
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| Upon your family and everyone you knew
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| And everyone you’ll ever meet»
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| I bet they think we wish we joined when we could
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| But we do what we want we don’t do what we should
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| Now everybody’s laughing
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| Because they’re thinking they in on something i don’t get
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| Don’t forget
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| I connect and i read every word you said
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| Like a child who believes he was wronged
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| If you hate me so much then stop singing my songs
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| So tell me: how long do you think you can go before you lose it all?
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| Before they call you bluff and watch you fall?
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| I don’t know but i’d like to think i had control
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| At some point but i let it go and lost my soul
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| Sit tight but the revolution’s years away
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| I’m losing faith and i’m running low on things to say
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| So i guess i have no choice but to regurgitate
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| The tired anthem of a loser and a hypocrite
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| Oh! |
| to have died that night i realized it wouldn’t last!
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| Our days were numbered and the reaper tipped the hourglass
|
| The final mayday of our sinking ship had come and passed
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| Oh! |
| to the west, you don’t know what it is you’re running from
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| And everybody’s laughing loud
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| Your last chance to make your mother and father proud
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| Oh, oh, oh… |