No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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The water's running out, but the grass is green,
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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I don't know what it is right now
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I've got less faith than I have doubt
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(But I want to believe!)
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O, God give grace to the young and brutal
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We're uninspired, not un-useful
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(I want to believe!)
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There is a way
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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The water's running out, but the grass is green,
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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God shed your grace on the brutal, the faithful,
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The desperate, the wasteful
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Where is the hope for the teenage loner?
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We all dance til the music's over
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Who do we believe?
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Oh, save the bees! Is it World War III?
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I'll afford my car, but not gasoline
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Who do we believe?
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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The water's running out, but the grass is green,
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Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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God give us grace to be brutally faithful,
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And make up for wasted time
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God give us grace to be brutally faithful,
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And make up for wasted...
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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The water's running out, but the grass is green,
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Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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No one ever told me there'd be days like these
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Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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Where do I belong?
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I'm right where I belong
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I'm right where I belong
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I'm right where I belong
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The Young And The Brutal
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| House Of Heroes |
