We fucked our ears
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We fucked our throats
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Screaming for the sake of what we love most
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These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
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The redder, the better
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Lose your voice and make it hurt
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Reluctance, and reserve, refuse these things
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'Cause it's time to sing!
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Woah...
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Woah...
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Woah...
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Woah...
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Here we go!
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I pray and bleed with a frozen smile
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Echoes of heartache are not with me
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Emotions shed in different times
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Crashed at this opportunity
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I feel sorry for these walls
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'Cause if they could talk they surely would
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Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
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Hear 'em out, tear 'em down.
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What stops us from doing that which we love?
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Social convention can take off
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Fired hearts, and a little faith...
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We are the fired hearts!
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I can feel hopeless and bitter
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As can anyone that I know
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Not yet, here it's a waste of time
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I've got something inside, can't let it go
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I scream until it hurts
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I know somewhere someone's screaming it worse
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And I smile knowing here is where it collides
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Here we don't have to hide
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What stops us from doing that which we love?
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Social convention can take off
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Fired hearts, and a little faith...
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We are the fired hearts!
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Woah...
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Woah...
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Woah...
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Woah...
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We fucked our ears
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We fucked our throats
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Screaming for the sake of what we love most
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These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
|
|
The redder, the better!
|
Lose your voice and make it hurt
|
Reluctance, reserve, refuse these things
|
|
We fucked our ears
|
We fucked our throats
|
Screaming for the sake of what we love most
|
These pretty scars aren't going anywhere
|
|
The redder, the better
|
Lose your voice and make it hurt
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Reluctance, reserve - refuse these things
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'Cause it's time to sing...
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Most Miserable Life
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| Polar Bear Club |
