| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| The water’s running out, but the grass is green
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| Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| I don’t know what it is right now
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| I’ve got less faith than I have doubt
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| (But I want to believe!)
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| O, God give grace to the young and brutal
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| We’re uninspired, not un-useful
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| (I want to believe!)
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| There is a way
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| The water’s running out, but the grass is green
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| Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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| Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| God shed your grace on the brutal, the faithful
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| The desperate, the wasteful
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| Where is the hope for the teenage loner?
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| We all dance til the music’s over
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| Who do we believe?
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| Oh, save the bees! |
| Is it World War III?
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| I’ll afford my car, but not gasoline
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| Who do we believe?
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| The water’s running out, but the grass is green
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| Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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| Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| God give us grace to be brutally faithful
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| And make up for wasted time
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| God give us grace to be brutally faithful
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| And make up for wasted…
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| The water’s running out, but the grass is green
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| Stuck in the 'burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| No one ever told me there’d be days like these
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| Sinking in the sea of our apathy
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| Stuck in the burbs with the Xanax teens and me
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| Where do I belong?
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| I’m right where I belong
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| I’m right where I belong
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| I’m right where I belong |