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
You left sometime ago, and now I just don't know.
Bur
Over fences and through backyards
We tiptoe past empty boxcars
So as
You need somebody to be with to feel complete.
So you
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