And if the water dries, the ground shakes and the sky turns black
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If it was all over this minute, this second, is there something that you'd regret?
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If we were written as a story, actors portrayed us in a movie
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Our lives sung in a song on the radio
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Would it make you want to sing along?
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Would it show us all a reason to stay strong?
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Alright¡¦
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And if I could change all that I have become
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If I could take all the anger and the hate and just give it right back to where it came from
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I know somewhere I'd find an audience; I know I'd still find a stage
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That would make me want to sing along
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That would show us all a reason to stay strong
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Do an audience and judgment replace this ticking like a mine?
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I look stage left and I look stage right
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This is our same move, just a different night
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And it goes¡¦
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I have lost it all and I have found again
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All of my reasons
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It's trickling to an end
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Let the saints with me be taken as self-definition
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Am I getting through to you?
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America
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Oh I'm not sick searching in America
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And in this we celebrate all that is not okay
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I don't know what I believe in
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I don't know where I belong
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So I scream at the top of my lungs and I run in every direction
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Clap, Clap
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| Against Me! |
