| You don’t have to cry tonight.
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| Or fake your social flawed although you might.
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| It’s just another name to look your way to feed your cause.
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| And so the same with your belief, was Sunday just a trend?
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| A name to claim?
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| And now you’ve got your new philosophies, an all new name.
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| And it’s a gun in hand, can’t touch its fate.
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| And like a poison flower, it’ll wither away.
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| Will your emotion, navigate your faith?
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| You’re just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain.
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| A void of true identity, to follow after mediocrity.
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| Fads are like a drunken vagabond, who cannot see.
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| And so the same with your belief, was Sunday just a trend?
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| A name to claim?
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| And now you’ve got your new philosophies, an all new name.
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| And it’s a gun in hand, can’t touch its fate.
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| And like a poison flower, it’ll wither away.
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| Will your emotion, navigate your faith?
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| You’re just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain. |
| Oh.
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| And it’s a gun in hand, can’t touch its fate.
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| And like a poison flower, it’ll wither away.
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| Will your emotion, navigate your faith? |
| You’re just a silly kid, and no one understands your pain. |