| Arise my friend, we’re nearly late
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| Still drunk as lords at ten past eight
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| Since fortune fled we’re creeping back
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| To skies that we once knew
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| From blue to black
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| From blue to black
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| Through damnation we run
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| With two broken legs
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| And we find a refuge in our halo’s crack
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| Trying to change the whole world
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| Hearts replaced with stones
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| We’re not the heroes, my friend
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| We are the broken ones
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| Get up my friend, it’s not too late
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| We have a cause, we can control our fate
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| Wipe off the dirt and feign a smile
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| At least just for a while, just for a while
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| Through damnation we run
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| With two broken legs
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| And we find a refuge in our halo’s crack
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| Trying to change the whole world
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| Hearts replaced with stones
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| We’re not the heroes, my friend
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| We are the broken ones
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| Run, run, it’s not too late
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| Run, run, control your fate
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| Run, run, it’s not too late
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| Run, run, the wise don’t wait
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| My love, you know what we fight for
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| Take a run at bastards all
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| With words they hope will break your bones
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| Never forget
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| We are the broken ones
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| We are the broken ones
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| Through damnation we run
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| With two broken legs
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| And we find a refuge in our halo’s crack
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| Trying to change the whole world
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| Hearts replaced with stones
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| We’re not the heroes, my friend
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| For our dreams I would fight
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| With two broken arms
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| Still believing our life
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| Has the chance to charm
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| We can change this cruel world
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| Maybe one fine day
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| We’ll walk as heroes, my friend
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| But not today |