Bodies littering the streets
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Hear the sadness filter through the trees
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Makes its way into our lungs and in our dreams
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You can bottle up our voice
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Sealed and labeled with a made up choice
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Sell it on an on until we bleed
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Feed the fire
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Until there¡¯s nothing left to burn
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Except ourselves
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Except ourselves
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Nothing left to burn
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Except ourselves
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Except ourselves
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Nothing left to burn
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Buildings rise
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Emptying our eyes
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Take a number get in line
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In this prison we¡¯ve designed
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I see the man
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Dying in the spotlight
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Carving out his heart
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Blood on his guitar
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Feed the fire
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Until there¡¯s nothing left to burn
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Except ourselves
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We burry ourselves
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Under so much formality
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Now we dance around each other
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Careful not to breathe
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We¡¯re hiding in the air
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In between the rain
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Falling with the leaves
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Dying where we lay
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We are the ghosts of who were
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Passing through these walls
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Haunting our own hearts
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Dead to one and all
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We¡¯re hiding in the air
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In between the rain
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Falling with the leaves
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Dying where we lay
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We are the ghosts of who we were
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Passing through these walls
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Haunting our own hearts
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Dead to one and all
|
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We¡¯re hiding in the air
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In between the rain
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Falling with the leaves
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Dying where we lay
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We are the ghosts of who we were
|
Passing through these walls
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Haunting our own hearts
|
Dead to one and all
|
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We¡¯re hiding in the air
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In between the rain
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Falling with the leaves
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Dying where we lay
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The ghosts of who we were
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Passing through these walls
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Haunting our own hearts
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We are the ghosts of who we were
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The Ghosts Of Who We Were
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