Children roam these empty streets
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With lust filled eyes and jagged hearts
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Narrow frames and crooked teeth
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The whole more valuable than each part
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And the grasp you have upon this group
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Is as fragile as a pile of ash
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They know your lies and weakness
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With each open hand you bluntly lash
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Oh these soft legged girls
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And hard faced boys
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They know no god
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They have no voice
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So what is this I see
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There is nothing but anger
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Burning inside of me
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(Oh these soft legged girls)
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Do you wish to feel complete
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(And hard faced boys)
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(They know no God)
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Say you want it, need it
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(They have no voice)
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We are the sound
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We don't belong
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So raise up your hands
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And sing along
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[x2]
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Girls with fire in their eyes
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Boy with will and aim that's true
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Living in a jilted world
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Contempt spreads just like the flu
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So let's all take some solace
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In one thing that we all can trust
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Adults can be fucked up too
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Sometimes even more than us
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(Oh these soft legged girls)
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Do you wish to feel complete
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(And hard faced boys)
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(They know no god)
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Say you want it, need it
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(They have no voice)
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WE ARE THE SOUND
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WE HAVE NO VOICE
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[Yelled x2]
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We are the sound
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We don't belong
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So raise up your hands
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And sing along
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[x2]
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And Sing Along!
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We Are The Sound
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| Alexisonfire |
