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Can you tell from the way we wear our scars so well? |
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We've got a reason to be cynical. |
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You can tell from the razorblades we smuggle in our mouths... we've got a reason to be critical. |
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We've got nowhere to go and everyone knows that's how it goes around here. |
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We've got stacks and piles of dead . |
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WAV files. |
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Nobody smiles around here. |
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So we stopped dropping quarters in the wishing well. |
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We don't need it. |
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We don't need another love song. |
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We don't need it. |
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I know you're not speaking to me. |
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We're all sick of standing in line waiting to die. |
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We've got reasons to think it's pitiful. |
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We've got a new way to dance, a new way to move. |
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We write our own rules around here. |
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We've got piles and stacks of dead soundtracks. |
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We write our own anthems down here. |
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We write our own rules and we write our own anthems. |
