Nobody was listening.
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Just shit talking unimpressed.
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For speaking up and out above the murmur of the crowd.
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Cause it's nothing special.
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It's basic fundamental.
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Just four guys concerned trying to drum up some right questions right now.
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A room full of people.
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The whole worlds in their hands.
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Why's not the whole world concerned?
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This is your world to you know.
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Stand up for something more than.
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Sitting right back down.
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I'm not afraid to get up and communicate this message to you because it cats me alive.
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And I think that's why you only want to watch me sit and scream.
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That doesn't justify what happened here.
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What happened here?
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You don't know how it feels (granted I don't know how it feels either most of the time).
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I'll see you in a smoke filled coffee shop one day.
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I hope that we can talk what we've been through.
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The most donuts per capita per idiot.
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I'll never forget.
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Taste my lungs bleed again.
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I bit my own hand off when I realized it helped to feed.
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At the end of the day I know how it feels to want the end.
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One more cigarette.
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You never seemed to understand.
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It was just about respect.
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This truly ain't no mecca man.
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This place is truly fucked.
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We built it up and watched it fall.
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And survived with those we trust.
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All we were earching for was someone or something to believe in.
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That's why we got each other. Cause when they knock one of us down.
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We'll come together underground.
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And try to conquer the world
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The stars and stripes charred black.
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When done right, art should attack.
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Summer Of '97
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Closet Monster |