Coming in, coming in, kill the radio silence
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Break down in L.A.
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Giving up, giving in to a feeling of violence
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There's hell to pay
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So let's light another match, stop living in the past
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Where nobody can hear me now
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Blow the lock off the cage, watch the children come of age
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When their parents stop to take a bow
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Nothing takes root in this barren soil
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Nothing takes root in this barren soil
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Maybe there's no one there at all
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Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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Save your money for hired guns
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Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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Line 'em up on the wall, coming out with their hands up
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Give 'em all the chair
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Let it burn, let it fall, let the end of the world come
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Who's left to care?
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Nothing takes root in this barren soil
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Nothing takes root, though they bend and toil
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Maybe there's no one there at all
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Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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Save your money for hired guns
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Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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Hold on, the worst is yet to come
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Save your money for hired guns
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Hold strong when everything you loved is gone
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Slow down and stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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Stop living in the shadow of a helicopter
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MH 4.18.2011
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| Blink-182 |
