| We are cast out
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| We are facing cold connections
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| Blindsided
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| When the ash clouded our vision
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| In a war between many
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| So few had won their placement
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| And I knew that it mattered
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| When lines formed and ties were broken
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| Oh when the night falls quiet
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| You’re fearing that the wars begun
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| The sirens and bells have sung
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| Don’t spend your last day waiting
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| Feeling you’re the only one
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| We riot as one
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| Our horizon
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| Is a picture card disaster
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| When the light faded
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| And the ink ran like a river
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| If we pause for one second
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| To catch our own reflection
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| We’d be caught in the middle
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| With no time to find forgiveness
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| Oh when the night falls quiet
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| You’re fearing that the wars begun
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| The sirens and bells have sung
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| Don’t spend your last day waiting
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| Feeling you’re the only one
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| We riot as one
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| On the front line
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| I can hear a faint rehearsal
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| Of the last play
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| Where the young cry role reversal
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| Oh when the night falls quiet
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| You’re fearing that the wars begun
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| The sirens and bells have sung
|
| Don’t spend your last day waiting
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| Fearing you’re the only one
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| Cos we’re all in this riot
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| We riot as one |