| Let’s write the songs that they want
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| I thought they’d love us but they don’t, they don’t
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| With tails tucked between our legs
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| We’ll find a home made of regret
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| We’ll stay shipwrecked and sinking
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| What a terrible thought to be thinking
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| You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
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| We’re not who we’re supposed to be
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| With all the symptoms of the sickness
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| We have seen
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| Are you better off leaving?
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| Tough words held behind my teeth
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| Pleading that they be set free, but they’re empty
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| That’s what some always will want
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| A game of who’s best with their taunts
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| That are faceless and cred-less
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| You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
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| We’re not who we’re supposed to be
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| With all the symptoms of the sickness
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| We have seen
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| Are you better off leaving?
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| With every song that you sing (I can’t walk away)
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| It’s yours to the heart
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| And when you fly or fall (I can’t walk away)
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| Then a new one will start
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| My eyes burn with hope (I can’t walk away)
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| That you hear what we say
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| If this was just for the gain then may we never get paid (You can’t walk away)
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| And the music that makes my feet move too (You can’t walk away)
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| Is the same as the music that’s inside of you (You can’t walk away)
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| The truth is that when you can’t see past yourself (You can’t walk away)
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| Your song is the same as everyone else
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| Let’s write the songs that they want
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| I thought they’d love us but they don’t
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| You were with us but you let these thoughts in your head
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| We’re not who we’re supposed to be
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| With all the symptoms of the sickness
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| We have seen
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| You’re better off leaving |