| We are the drunks and the dreamers
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| The criers and cheaters
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| The ones you’ll find down on our knees
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are fleers and fighters
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| Lying back biters
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| Begging against a reprise
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We’re the lovers and liars
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| Starting small fires
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| Burning our hearts to the ground
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| And we are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are greedy and growling
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| Full moon howling
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| If only they hear it out load
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| The fuel in this crazy machine
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| For dreaming the things that we dream
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| For saying the things that we say when we say
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| We are light of day sleepers
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| Midnight mistreaters
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| Keeping the monsters at bay
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| The fuel in this crazy machine
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| For dreaming the things that we dream
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| For saying the things that we say when we say
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| We’re the raging pretenders
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| The five time offenders
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| Hurting nobody more than ourselves
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We’re impossible light
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| And we’re holding on tight
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| To hearts we took down from the shelves
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| We are the fortunate ones
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| We are the fortunate ones |