| All my friends are fucked and that’s okay.
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| We wouldn’t want it any other way.
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| Blinded youth guide blinded hands.
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| It was over for us before it began.
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| You don’t know a thing about us.
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| But keep thinking you do.
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| Not a goddamn thing to prove,
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| cause we’re losers and we’re lost.
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| Selling our souls at a worthless cost.
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| Wore out eyes and wore out thoughts.
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| Black shoes, black shirt, black heart.
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| Wore out eyes and wore out thoughts.
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| Black shoes, black shirt, black heart.
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| Wore out eyes and wore out thoughts.
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| Black shoes, black shirt, black heart.
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| Black shoes, black shirt, black heart.
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| Just be afraid of the dark.
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| We rest to clear our heads.
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| No rest for the weary men.
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| Feet don’t fail me now.
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| The best has yet to come.
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| We are the lonely ones.
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| Sleep don’t fail me now.
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| Feet don’t fail me now.
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| There’s more of us than you.
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| Now tell me who’s gonna lose.
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| There’s more of us than you.
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| Now tell me who’s gonna lose.
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| We’ve told you once, we’ve told you a thousand times.
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| We’re not going away. |
| We refuse to die.
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| We’re not going away. |
| We refuse to die.
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| We’re not going away. |
| We refuse to die.
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| We’re not going away. |
| We refuse to die.
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| We’re not going away. |
| We refuse to die.
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| All my friends are fucked and it’s fine.
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| Fuck. |