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52 lines
1.7 KiB
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We are the ghosts of the midway
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The beasts of the alley
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We are the living dead
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Living in your nightmares
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Scraping ourselves from the earth
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Living as though we are dirt
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Staring like you've seen a ghost
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The lowest of the low with nowhere to go
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Back from the dead, now we're groveling at your feet
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Handcuffed for lying our heads as we're withering in the streets
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Back from the dead, now we're groveling at your feet
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Handcuffed for lying our heads as we're withering in the streets
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Fighting for your attention, begging for your generosity
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Looking up just to see you turn your cheek on me
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You walk on by like I'm invisible, invisible
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All I want is to be seen as an equal
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We fought your battles and we built your homes
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Sorry if I disturbed you, I just wish we could live like you do
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Even in our most beautiful days it's dark
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Just look at the world around you
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There's a consequence for what we do
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Pass judgment on me as you walk
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Picture perfect ain't my obsession
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You can't sum up my life from a first impression
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Learn your lesson
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Act like you know me but do you even know yourself?
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When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose
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Act like you know me but do you even know yourself?
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When you got nothin', you got nothin' to lose
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I may have no one else to blame (But listen to me)
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You and I, we were once the same (The same)
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I may have no one else to blame (But listen to me)
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You and I, we were once the same (The same)
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I may have no one else to blame (But listen to me)
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You and I, we were once the same (The same)
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I may have no one else to blame (But listen to me)
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You and I, we were once the same (The same)
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Name Ghosts
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Artist August Burns Red
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Album Found In Far Away Places
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