100 lyrics for "We are, we are, we are"

I was never enough for you Was whatever you wanted me to But you took that from me, yeah I should have known, I should've known Don't waste my time My legs are weary but I still walk My hands are sore and broken but I still clutch My heart is jaded but I
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But now I'm dead in the water Time washing over Where are you now? You know it weighs me down Pressure building all around You said you'd never let me drown The sacrifice Sinking till I'm out of sight You said you'd bring me back to life
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Who cares if one more light goes out? In a sky of a million stars It flickers, flickers Who cares when someone's time runs out? If a moment is all we are We're quicker, quicker If they say Should've stayed, were there signs, I ignored?
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So just take my hand, you know that I will never leave your side. Slow down, we've got time left to be lazy All the kids have bloomed from babies into flowers in our eyes. We've got fifty good years left to spend out in the garden I don't care to beg
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Can you see his silhouette? And I've got my mind, made up this time 'Cause there's a menace in my bed Go on and light a cigarette, set a fire in my head Let's cause a little trouble Oh, you make me feel so weak I bet you kiss your knuckles Right before
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I hope I find what I'm looking for, maybe I should drink just a little more. My rights and wrongs are questioned in my life and confusion seems to read alibi. Delusional I'm fightin but I'm losin feel like we offer up confusion Hear me! Like this (like
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Are we born to be broken, sinners, and thieves? Someone tell the heavens I'm ready to escape! (You!) This is not what I wanted not what I need! Take it all, tear it all, rip it all away! The tragic truth. It's hard for me to understand myself. I'm
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California's bleeding me (blame it on the weather) Sail me down the river Temper like a trigger Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together) California's bleeding me, and I don't care tonight I'm not the billionaire class I'm from San Lorenzo
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Back to the front Soldier boy, made of clay Now an empty shell Twenty one, only son But he served us well Bred to kill, not to care Do just as we say Finished here, greetings death He's yours to take away
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