| Chairs thrown and tables toppled
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| Hands armed with broken bottles
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| Standing no chance to win but
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| We're not running, we're not running
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| There's a point I think we're missing
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| It's in the air we raise our fists in
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| In the smiles we cast each other
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| My sister, my brother
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| About the time we gave up hoping
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| We'd ever find these locks still open
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| Stumbling on stones unturned
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| The hurt we feel, we all have earned
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| The lines we cross in search of change
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| But all they see is treason
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| Although we have no obligation to stay alive
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| On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
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| (Break out) I won't be left here
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| Behind closed doors
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| Bonfires burn like beacons
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| Guiding the lost and weakened
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| Flames dance on crashing waves
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| Guiding ships who've gone astray
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| Time out, let's stop and think this through
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| We've all got better things to do
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| Than talk in circles, run in place
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| Answers {are} inches from our face
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| Although we have no obligation to stay alive
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| On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
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| (Break out) I won't be left here
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| Behind closed doors
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| Black eyes, broken fingers
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| Blood drips and I let it run
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| Down my lips into my swollen gums
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| When hope is non-existent
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| Our instincts all scream "Run"
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| We never turn our backs or even bite our tongues
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| Although we have no obligation to stay alive
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| On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
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| (Break out) I won't be left here
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| Behind closed doors
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| Although we have no obligation to stay alive
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| On broken backs we beg for mercy, we will survive
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| (Break out) I won't be left here
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| Behind closed doors |