It's open season, on people with feelings
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They're beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends
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It's not a phase, the times have changed
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This world is turning numb to pain
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It's open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame
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Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading
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I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting
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But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty
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But it¹s getting hard to stay real
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Like it or not we¹re all to blame
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It's open season, on people with feelings
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They¹re beat down by cold hands and by so called good friends
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It¹s not a phase, we¹re all involved, along the way we¹re all a part
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It¹s open season, and like it or not we¹re all to blame
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Hoping and waiting, but hope seems it's fading
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I'm holding out for honesty, I'm holding on and waiting
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But hope seems it's fading, I'm holding out for honesty
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But it¹s getting hard to stay real
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Like it or not we¹re all to blame
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Hoping, waiting, I¹m holding out for honesty
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The cold hands, the harmful trends, are making hope hard to believe
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Open Season
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| Sector Seven |
