A notion cold as the night air
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Starts within in my head
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Spreads like ink right through my veins
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All of our kings are dead
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I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
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Surely as I share your blood will I end up the same?
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If there's one thing I have learned
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In my short time on this earth
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Devotion should be owed not earned
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Only you determine what you're worth
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We are set free
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We are the sons of apathy
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Though it's not right
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It's all we know
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And there's no one left to follow
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We are the heirs to empty thrones
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And promises un-kept
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We sit and watch the empire burn with mild disinterest,
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But we are not forsaken,
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We have a gift worth more than gold
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We've been shown how not to live
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By gracious kings of old
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If there's one thing I have learned
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In my short time on this earth
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Devotion should be owed not earned
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Only you determine what you're worth
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We are set free
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We are the sons of apathy
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Though it's not right
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It's all we know
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And there's no one left to follow
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My father was an oak
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The earth moved when he spoke
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My father conquered seas
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But was not there for me.
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My father was an oak
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The earth moved when he spoke
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My father conquered seas
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But was not there for me.
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My father was an oak
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The earth moved when he spoke
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My father conquered seas
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But was not there for,
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Was not there for me.
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We are set free
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We are the sons of apathy
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Though it's not right
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It's all we know
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And there's no one left to follow
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Sons Of Apathy
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Young Guns |