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We Fight Back
03:19
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All that we were after was an escape
To revel in the things that made us who we are
And oh, the way you shattered and swept away
The bigger piece of happiness we'd found
'Cause if this is war, you're the one to our thousand
We won't let you outlive your threats and offences
These are the things we love and would die to defend
Time and time again
We fight back with a passion
That is greater than hatred
And the coldhearted can't win
We're the young and elated
It always starts the same, and always ends in blame
It leaves a sour taste that often lasts for days
But the simple fact is, reducing matters to misery, you've got more practice than I have
We can fight and scrap until the both of us take a last and losing gasp
So with my fingernails I'll scratch, surface the consolation that
You're just a bitter broken man; I'll get the last laugh
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Pilgrims
02:52
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My early memories only come in handfuls
And those that follow span a decade uneventful
They live in VCRs that play my scrapes and scars on a screen for all
'Cause I was never one to look at them as anchors
But something lighter like a souvenir or postcard
I packed them up to drive and carry on 'til I called a new town home
I wanted more for myself than seeing life in the shade of this town
To always follow footsteps that never leftI wanted more for myself
Just because I've got my head in the clouds
Doesn't mean that my feet are off the ground
And if we're meant for things, then maybe I'm meant to be here
I've got my head in the clouds
I've got my feet on the ground
And if we're meant for thingsthen maybe I'm meant to be here
I carried on to drive and called a new town home
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