It was "us" and "them" we thought
And they had all
Try to sell me a paper
Praising your own kind
It's not
Sitting in my room, I've got nothing to do
So I
Why do words like "love" and actions of affection
Get taken
Downplaying our power as individuals
While Satisfying our need to feel
like
You're just a fucked up kid and no one ever
Gives
Negativity's too enchanting
'cause the world seems so depressing
but I know
In the wreckage and in the streets
I’ve found freedom and
Ever feel abandoned
Like your friends don't need you anymore?
Ever feel
I can't take you home with me
Too bad 'cause it's
Where is everyone as time goes on nothing left to
All the lonely people roam
The streets in search of makeshift
I look at you, you look afraid
I'd like to ease
You left sometime ago, and now I just don't know.
Bur
Over fences and through backyards
We tiptoe past empty boxcars
So as
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