In the shadows where the heads hang low
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You hear voices as the wind blows, asking "can't you see?"
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Reminding you to breathe
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It's only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck
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I found a better way to get even with my memory
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In the darkness where the angels cry
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Give us water, give us back our eyes
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Our bed's this concrete floor, and it's all we have left to live for
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A day we'll never face
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We're only second-handed, sick, and lonely
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Fighting back the tears and every urge to Van Gogh both our ears
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That said, we've had enough
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Please turn that fucking radio off
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Ain't nothing on the air waving the despair we feel
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In the shadows where the heads hang low
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You hear voices as the wind blows, asking "can't you see?"
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Reminding you to breathe
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It's only time before it catches up to you and all your broken luck
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I found a better way to get even with my enemies
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That said, we've had enough
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Please turn that fucking radio off
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Ain't nothing on the air waving the despair we feel
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That said, we've had enough
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Put "Walk Among Us" on and turn it up
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Ain't nothing on the air waving the hatred we feel
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This is our biggest fear
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The only tunes that we hear
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Come via antenna through your car raid-ee-uh-oh-oh-no
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That said, we've had enough
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That said, we've had enough
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We've Had Enough
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Alkaline Trio |