| My friends, don’t leave me alone
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| We’re the rebels for the good cause
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| The boys without a home
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| I’ve heard, you wanna move on
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| Stop the record and press pause
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| Time washed away our goals
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| Rou screams from the stereo
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| A group of friends can change the world
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| My friends, don’t leave me alone
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| We’re the rebels for the good cause
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| The boys without a home
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| I’ve heard, you wanna move on
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| Stop the record and press pause
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| Time washed away our goals
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| This boss screams from the stereo
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| Tramps like us are born to run
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| The smallest gang around
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| I’ll be here to hold your hand
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| My friend, let’s leave home
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| To change what has been fucked up
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| By the greedy and the cold
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| A common goal no common boys
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| Don’t stop the record don’t press pause
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| No one fucks with our goals
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| We’re screaming at the stereo
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| We’ll fight until we’re coming home
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| The smallest gang around
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| I’ll be here to hold your hand
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| The smallest gang around
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| I’ll be here to hold your hand
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| Come what may I stand right beside you
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| So many days out on the road
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| I wish I could hold on
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| But it feels like, the boys without a home are dead and gone
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| So many days out on the road
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| I wish I could hold on
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| But it feels like, none of us is ever coming home
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| Come what may I’ll stand right beside
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| Come what may I’ll stand right beside
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| Come what may I stand right beside you to hold your hand
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| The smallest gang around
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| I’ll be here to hold your hand |