Well this is nothing you haven't heard before
Just a boy playing stupid chords
There's life outside these walls
Lets burn and break these stalls

Well a friend said to me the other day,
"Im tired of knowledge invading me,
I want truth that I can see,
I want truth inside of me."

We're all writing things on paper see
I got an ink stain on my coat sleeve
I just wanna go to sleep
And awake to find beauty

Its ok if you love the rain,
Cuz I do too babe.
The way it feels when it hits the roof
Well thats me too babe

And we have walked the road of pleasure
And we've blown the scars it gave
We've stared our demons in the eyes
And we just kissed their face.

Cuz we're at war, we're at war
And its been this way before
We're at war, we're at war.

And you tell me how you feel
If you have a clue about how you feel
Oh we've seen days turn black
Cuz our dads aren't comin' back

And how I wish that I could cry
Cuz I'd cry and cry and cry and cry
But I'll just live the lie
And won't look my friends in the eye.

And how I wish that I could feel
I'm so afraid of what it might reveal.
Is my heart really new?
Does yours feel broken too?

Its not ok if you love your pain.
Cuz I've been down in that cave,
I've heard voices in my brain

Still, I pick you up to fall down with sin,
I've done it a hundred times before
I'll do it a hundred times again.

And if we'd open up our eyes of meritocracy
We'd see the battle swell
All of us to our knees

Cuz we're at war, we're at war
And its been this way before
We're at war, we're at war

Well I think its time then
Let me see you plans
Yeah, let me see those plans

That looks good to me friend
Lets be out of here by ten
I wanna be outta her by ten

And we'll drive to the airpot
Even though the darkness is coming in
And please hold my hand
I can't go if you're not in

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord
We're not who we were before
Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord
We're not who we were before
Thank the Lord, Thank the Lord

And we pull up to your favorite bar
See that boy inside beating his dumb guitar
And we try to tell ourselves
That our lives not a living hell



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