We were the magnificent dreamers.
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In secret lamplight hideouts.
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We swore the world couldn't break us,
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Even when the world took us down.
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So here I am struggling out in the mighty jungle,
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Moving eighteen miles a minute, not slowing down for nothing.
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I look to my left and I look to my right,
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And I'm callin' out for my brothers
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But it's so dark in this night, am I alone?
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Did they fall down by the wayside?
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Was I moving too blind to see them?
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Were they calling out to me?
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Or did Despair set in?
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Were the things that we wanted when we were still sixteen,
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Only passing and fleeting, or just too far out of reach?
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Were you hard up or broken man, I woulda helped you out...
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Were you numb and distracted when I was calling out?
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I was calling out...
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On a Sunday morning the whole crowd assembled,
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I've done some things that I'm not too proud of...
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I've never left you, a deaf ear for longing.
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Some hearts are gallows, I'm not here for hangin' around.
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It's all right, man.
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I'm only bleeding, man.
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Stay hungry, stay free,
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And do the best you can.
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We're Getting A Divorce, You Keep The Diner
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| The Gaslight Anthem |
