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作曲 : McIlrath, Rise Against |
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Chairs thrown and tables toppled' |
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Hands armed with broken bottles' |
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Standing no chance to win but' |
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We're not running' we're not running. |
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There's a point I think we're missing' |
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It's in the air we raise our fists in' |
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In the smiles we cast each other' |
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My sister' my brother. |
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About the time we gave up hope and |
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We never find these locks still open' |
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Stumbling on stones unturned' |
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The hurt we feel' we all have found. |
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The lives we've lost in such a change' |
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but all they see is treason |
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Although we have no obligation to stay alive |
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On broken backs we beg for mercy' we will survive |
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（Break out） I won't be left here |
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Behind closed doors. |
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Bonfires burn like beacons' |
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Guiding the lost and weakened. |
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Flames dance on crashing waves' |
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Guiding ships who've gone a stray |
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Time out' let's stop and think this through' |
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We've all got better things to do' |
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A talk in circles run in place' |
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Answers inches from my face. |
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Although we have no obligation to stay alive |
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On broken backs we beg for mercy' we will survive |
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（Break out） I won't be left here |
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Behind closed doors. |
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Black eyes' broken fingers' |
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Blood drips and I let it run |
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down my lips and to my swollen gums |
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When hope is non-existent' |
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Our instincts all scream "Run"' |
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We never turn our backs or even bite our tongue. |
